Oughta’ Caughta’ Clue
Everyone has a brim.
Sleater-Kinney hmmm…
Few qualify, many apply.
I have a theory, but shy away from experiments.
I got the weekend off, so I can get my roof on. Sunburn, cut up hands, and the sweetest sleep. Gotta find my blue collar.
For now there is nothing stopping me, but nothing always means something. And so do I.
Last weekend at Dillards, I filled out a credit card application for the exchange of a lame but shiny Hummer coffee cup. Shiny!
Has anyone ever seen me burn out? I wonder, my memory seems to be selective of such things.
45 minutes can give you a new perspective. “I think that it’s brainless to assume that making changes to your windows view will add a new perspective.”
i could say the same thing about you. But I don’t. Appreciate that.
when I say “boo-ya” you say “OOoo yeah!”
I’m really happy you want to be.
Sometimes I can’t stop grinning, it’s because I’m smug. Gotta do something about that.
Sophie wrote:
Nice poem! Did you seriously write that?
Oh, and I appreciate that.
Posted on 24-Mar-06 at 1:21 am | Permalink