Tiny bags of pretzels with a little airplane on them, free cups of juice (orange or apple), fuzzy heads, stuffed up sinuses. ColdFX, you came a day too late.
Sometimes, can't remember what day it is. November limps into December, all of a sudden the holidays loom. Lights! Lights! Patterns can't be this confusing, can it?
There's so much to do, and nobody suggests an 8-day week - that would be a welcome addition, even for a little while.
My head hurts, eyes feel like giant frozen grapes ready to slide out of their sockets.
Winter quickly approaches, and I'm caught off-guard. Car floor mats, where are my damn boots? Need to find a jacket.
Santa Clause is coming to town, but so is the Garlic King. Funny how a shwarma slingin' entrepreneur makes everything right again.
Kings of Leon, Lanois, Jose Gonzalez, Gang Gang Dance, Yeah Yeah Yeahs - these are the last five things you heard.
I need more time....but I know the ship will right itself, eventually. After all, Obama's driving, isn't he?
1 comment:
Yes, so chill bro. Chill.
You know, Obama's got the Magic Power of the Music in him.
:)
He's young, he's wild, and he's free baby.
Hope you feel better soon, and get oriented to our latest greatest season of "hiver". Missing an "S".
Should be called, S'HIVER.
xoxo
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