Tuesday, May 31
Old ladies, eh.
How come you're all in bed by ten? Or not on the computer, anyway. Com'on. Even my family is still up. And when I have tomorrow off, too.
Edit: I never cared too much for love. It was all a bunch of mush that I just did not want. -pink. Catchy song that.
Most girlsEdit: I don't like Destiny's Child. Their music kinda sucks. Especially Beyonce solo. But their song independant woman, yeah, that scores points.
edit: Cause I'm not most girls -pink. I'm just going to have to keep editing this since there's no one to swap comments with.
Edit: Yesterday I lay on my roof and got a spectacular view of the thunderstorm. Man, I love thunderstroms. With all that lightening. And the deep thunder rolling and powerful across the sky. Most the time it was just sprinkling lightly. Which tickled as it bit through my tank-top. I stayed there for quite a while. Until the real torrential rain began to fall. Then I climbed down and closed my windows, put on a sweater, and settled down with a book. Yup, gotta love thunderstorms.
Edit:Heh. Except my farm had hay down.
Edit: Sorry. I just remember that I don't usually like it when people post song lyrics. I generally scan them, at best. I'm against blogs with too many lyrics, too many book reviews, to much, "Haa, lol, yup,". Then again, I only posted a couple lines. I suppose if I'm going to break my own rules of thumb I may as well make it for a truly good song, eh? If anyone actually knows the song (which I suspect you don't) she only wants real love, not just a guy for his money and mercedes. But you don't know that.
A note to simple plan. Why should it happen to anybody else?
Clearly I need to find another train of thought beyond the radio.
Edit: Another thought for Simple plan. Not that it's not a good song, mind you. It is one of your better singles. Although "perfect" still takes the cake. I just didn't want to hear you moaning about it. Although I suppose maybe that's how you felt about it. Whatever. K, this is the last edit about music. Or is it about music?
Edit: Remember that mid-life crisis kit I made my Mom? Tyler wanted to put the pink streaks in his hair today. I wasn't here. I think we'll both do it tomorrow. That's be fun. I'll shower first though. At current my hair is actually back to nearly an inch long and it's greasy enough that I can make it stick straight on end. Great blast! Who thinks Tyler should let me try give him dreadlocks? You're only a nine year old boy once. And then only half of us get to be that. I, for example, never have been and never shall be. Maybe I should get myself dreadlocks. I wonder if you could grow them out, or if I would have to shave me head? That's one thing I wouldn't do, shave my head. Unless, maybe a friend had cancer, or something.
Edit: Is this the longest canucka post yet, or what? Shame that it's so pointless. Somebody beat me, and make it worthwhile. I should be wasting all this writing time on e-mails...
Edit:Goodnight.
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11:13:00 PM
