Wherein I lift significant lines from songs my iPot has played in empathy with this week’s state of mind, and I get to write a poorly written sentence beginning with “wherein”! Henceforth, in escalating histrionic self-drama:
“I don’t know why I waste my time,
Getting hung up about the things you say
When I open my eyes and its a lovely day!”- Keane (Snowed Under)
“I’m damaged goods for all to see!”- The Script (Exit Wounds)
“Jack Kerouac! Kekerouac!”- Our Lady Peace (All For You)
“They say time heals everything, but I’m still waiting!” Dixie Chicks (Not Ready To Make Nice)
and my favorite for its pure LSD-induced hallucinationhood:
“When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me!” – The Beatles (Let It Be)
and for its pure cheeriness, from my favorite compilation album “Dark Was The Night”:
“Look ahead with hope and cheer! (Look ahead with hope!)- Stuart Murdoch “Another Saturday”
one minute lang of insanity ang allowed per day.
agreds. thanks for not making this thero thommen ahahahh!