and the hammers batter down your door*
* you’ve got to run like hell. Okay, warning: more navel gazing, (not naval gazing) ahead. Ahem. This is too long, so here’s a more button (that’s a more, eh?)
Category: Personal
Me! It’s all about me!
the wa-aiting is the hardest part
I know I shouldn’t keep dipping into classic(?) rock lyrics to tell my stories, but this came on the radio and it seemed soo fitting. Guess what we did on Saturday? More than once? Go ahead, guess. (taps foot) OK, perhaps this classic rock lyric could be a clue:
My self importance is a god forsaken bore
Time is of the essence when you’re hanging by a thread And the answer to your questions won’t unravel in your head When you’re staring at forever from the edge of life’s abyss No one’s gonna tell you how it all came down to this If you say different your a liar I’m just preachin’ […]