Quick Reminder!?!?

I have edited a post or two and included links in all of the titles now.

They are very funny. Believe me. I know, I am dumb.

Well that is too say most of the links have nothing to do with the posts.

And don't worry, all links are safe for work, or should be.

I find no fault with them.

Why don't we rememeber things until it is too late?

Anyway, I only ask, but I just did. But I always do. I just can't remember things. I think television is too blame. 40 hours a week might be too much. Oh well, like I am ever going to change. Anyway

The only thing is it is always the important things we forget, and the unimportant we rememember.

WHY?

Perhaps our Priorities are out of line. Has society given us the wrong idea? The wrong state of mind? The wrong knowledge?

I dunno! Why the hell would you expect me to answer my own rhetorical question.

Just keep doing what you're doing, I say, just keep doing what your doing. I know I just said that. Okay then don't repeat it. Fine, I won't

She may be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the children autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dream
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to leap from shadows of the past
That I'll remember 'till the day I die

She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years

Me, I'll take the laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She, She
Oh, She

Okay now boys and girls

I have now opened up this thing to allow for non users to post comments and such. Have fun and don't bother to be nice. I take all criticism, just make sure you can take it back. Anyway, that is all. By the by, am I even remotely annoying?

Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner
But he knew it wouldn’t last.
Jojo left his home in tucson, arizona
For some california grass.
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back jojo. go home
Get back, get back.
Back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Back to where you once belonged.
Get back jo.

Sweet loretta martin thought she was a woman
But she was another man
All the girls around her say she’s got it coming
But she gets it while she can
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back loretta. go home
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back loretta
Your mother’s waiting for you
Wearing her high-heel shoes
And her low-neck sweater
Get on home loretta
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged.

WWWHHHAAAAAAATTT?????

Here's to Yesterday

Sorry I had to take that.

Anyway, it makes sense. Dwell in the past and live there if need be. The past is a sanctuary of hope, but it can also be a sanctuary of misgivings and fear and disgust, etc., etc., etc. Anyway, I like the thought. Just remember to learn from what you have done or else you become an ass stuck in your ways. (If you know what I mean). Alas, I have nothing left to say!?


"How can I prove we're live? Penis!."

Ground control to Major Tom Ground control to Major Tom:
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground control to Major Tom: Commencing countdown engine's on
Check ig-nition and may God's love be with you

This is ground control to Major Tom, you've really made the grade!
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear,
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is Major Tom to ground con-trol, I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in the most peculiar way
And the stars look very difeerent today

For here am I sitting in a tin can, far above the world
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do

BRIDGE

Though I'm passed one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go,
tell my wife I love her very much she knows

Ground control to Major Tom:
Your circuit's dead, there's something wong.
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you hear me Major Tom? Can you ...

Here am I floating round my tin can, far above the moon

Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do

What does this have to do with anything? I dunno. I really don't know. HA! HA! HA! HA!

Okay

Well I dunno, my bitterness has disappeared for now. Maybe I am bipolar, maybe I am suffering a form of depression or maybe I am just an idiot. Who knows. Anyway, today was all right. I got accomplished what I wanted to get accomplished and I feel a lot better about the rest of this week. I guess sometimes things do work out. Who knows. Just remember that you'll never get the respect you deserve until you die or become famous. Though usually only the former. I mean does any one really care about the famous?

“If you do things right, people won't be sure you've doneanything at all.” - God on Futurama

Sound familiar. No? Come on? Okay fine. Anyway, this is a good thing, because it is very very true. Believe me I know of what it is I speak. Or do I?

Off to do something, maybe? Who knows nothing of importance I know that much! :-)

What do I care

I dunno about you guys, but I just don't care anymore.

nothing ever works

You know, nothing works how it should