THE LONG LIST ON THE SHORT BUS
i'm not one for new year's resolutions. i think it's one thing to look back on the past year and see where one would change their life from previous mistakes. but just like fad diets, i don't believe in giving myself a heart attack trying to obtain unrealistic expectations that i will just give up on before february is over anyway.
therefore i give to you my list of ways i will try to avoid going psycho this coming year... no resolutions... think of them as exercises to becoming a mind free of psycho-ness
HERE'S TO YOU MY PROZAC FREE 2007!
eat more chocolate-- soothing, numbing chocolate
come to grips with my horrible morning breath
every time i hear "adult" noises coming from harley tattoo neighbor man's bedroom (which just so happens to be above my bedroom) start singing I AM A CHILD OF GOD at the top of my lungs
embrace the color orange
help EVERYONE, including my dear mis-guided friends to realize that "the boss" CANT SING... he garbles... like he is rinsing with mouth wash... not good people
go outside every once in a while and help the homeless guys pick out cans from other people's garbage... betcha it's a good work out and i could really use the fresh air
arm wrestle a little kid
read more books with titles like "your cat has psychic powers" or "bugworld"
time myself running to work-- under four hours? you bet your bottom dollar
succeed in bringing the phrase "rock steady" back into every day lingo
teach myself not to care when i see someone picking their nose in their car... WE CAN ALL SEE YOU, BY THE WAY!!!
learn another language-- what about cantonese?
tell jokes to strangers on the T
stop lying about liking plaid
3 comments:
All I can say is you can't start a fire without a spark. The Boss can be the boss of me anytime.
My dear sister...
You simply CAN'T get fresh air if your nose is in the garbage can picking out aluminum cans! ;)
Love ya!
I get up in the evening
and I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help
You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark
Message keeps getting clearer
radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain't getting nowhere
I'm just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere
baby I just know that there is
You can't start a fire
you can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark
You sit around getting older
there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
come on baby this laugh's on me
Stay on the streets of this town
and they'll be carving you up alright
They say you gotta stay hungry
hey baby I'm just about starving tonight
I'm dying for some action
I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
come on now baby gimme just one look
You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Hey baby
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