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Thursday, July 29, 2004
Shimmy an' shake
I haven't updated in a few days because I really haven't had much to say. It seems my fan fic went over like a lead balloon, but other than that, all is well.
I got a box of checks in the mail from my bank, so that's pretty sweet. Me likey. ^__^ I used my first check to buy Yellowcard's CD, Ocean Avenue. I got in at 12:30 this morning, so I haven't listened to it yet.
I'm off today, and I'm finally cleaning up my room. I'm not a messy person, but when I'm busy, I just lose track of the situation, and don't pay attention to it. Bummer, eh? I'll fix it up real good, though.
I go in at three tomorrow, then work 'til close. Saturday, I don't have to be in until two, and I work 'til seven, so I'll be going to the YGO tourney at Toys R Us again for the first time in three weeks. I'm almost done with my deck, and mostly done with my sisters' decks.
And now? Now I've got a room to clean. Catch ya' later.
Thought of the moment: I have $5 in my pocket...
Quote of the moment: "I could power a small city with my whining."
Song of the moment:
"Cool for cats", Squeeze
The Indians send signals
From the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take positions
In the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the Corporal
She is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language
It's the beating she don't need
She lets loose all the horses
When the Corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fire's dead
And arrows in his hats
And Davy Crockett rides around
And says it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats - Cool for cats
The Sweeney's doing ninety
'Cause they've got the word to go
They get a gang of villains
In a shed up at Heathrow
They're counting out the fivers
When the hand cuffs lock again
In and out of Wandsworth
With the numbers on their names
It's funny how their missus
Always look the bleeding same
And meanwhile at the station
There's a couple of likely lads
Who swear like how's your father
And they're very cool for cats
They're cool for cats - Cool for cats
To change the mood a little
I've been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection
I'm looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that
I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle
And I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I'm sober
I've forgotten what I've had
And ev'rybody tells me that
It's cool to be a cat
Cool for cats - Cool for cats
Shake up at the disco
And I think I've got a pull
I ask her lots of questions
As she hangs on to the wall
I kiss her for the first time
And then I take her home
I'm invited in for coffee
And I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos
But she's never on her own
I said I'll see you later
And I give her some old chat
But it's not like that on the TV
When it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats - Cool for cats
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