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Monday, September 1, 2003
Pink Cadillac.
This is an awesome song.
You may think I’m fooling
For the foolish things I do
You may wonder how come I love you
When you get on my nerves like you do
Well baby, you know you bug me
There ain’t no secret about that
Well come on over here and hug me
And, baby, I’ll spill the facts
Well, honey it ain’t your money
Cause baby I got plenty of that
I love you for your pink cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, oozing down the street
Waving to the girls
Feeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a saturday night
Honey, I just wonder what you do there in back of your pink cadillac
Pink cadillac
Well now way back in the bible, temptations always come along
There’s always somebody tempting you
Somebody into doing something they know is wrong
Well they tempt you man with silver and they tempt you sir with gold
And they tempt you with the pleasures that the flesh does surely hold
They say eve tempted adam with an apple
Man I ain’t going for that
I know it was her pink cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, oozing down the street
Waving to the girls
Feeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a saturday night
Honey, I just wonder what you do there in back of your pink cadillac
Now some folks say it’s too big and uses too much gas
Some folks say it’s too old and that it goes too fast
But my love is bigger than a honda, it’s bigger than a subaru
Hey man there’s only one thing and one car that will do
Anyway we don’t have to drive it honey, we can park it out in back
And have a party in your pink cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, oozing down the street
Waving to the girls
Feeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a saturday night
Honey, I just wonder what you do there in back of your pink cadillac
Pink cadillac
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Wednesday, August 27, 2003
*cough*
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Tuesday, August 26, 2003
Mother Goose (TM)
All the King's horses
and all the King's men
couldn't put Humpty
together again.
"It's the wall that's to blame,"
The lawyers loudly alleged.
They claim Humpty's the victim
for cracking his head.
So the Dumpty's brought suit,
no one was out of their range.
Someone would pay for their loss,
no matter how strange.
None were spared from the court,
no connection too small,
the whole town sharing the blame
for the irresponsible fall.
The Landowner, the Mayor,
even the Mason who built it,
had to get their own lawyers
to fight this nit-writ.
After years of court battles,
as anyone could foresee,
there would be only losers,
excluding arrorneys and their fee."
- Non Sequitur.
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Sunday, August 24, 2003
Something very freaky happened to me yesterday.
I was just sitting there, wanting to sing a song. I went through a few songs before I found one that was right- "Black Water", by the Doobie Brothers.
So, having been satisfied by this choice, I started playing video games. I decide that my singing sucks, so I put on the radio.
"Black Water" was playing.
(This filler brought to you by N, because he has nothing better to say, other than the fact that whoever is behind the Old Navy commercials should be shot. Thank you.)
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Tuesday, August 19, 2003
Very, very, very strange dream.
(I know one of you might get upset at the subject of dreams. If you [and I hope you know who you are] think that you might get upset, please don't read this. Getting you upset is the last thing I want to do.)
The earliest that I can remember of the dream is me on my bike. I'm apparantly starting out at my house, and I'm following Sara, who's in a van for some reason.
I'm following her to the lakes. My lakes, not her lakes. Now, it is about two hours to the lakes from my house, and I pedled my bike all the way there. I think I stop once at a gas station to fill up my bike, and I think I wrecked going uphill, but other than that, I was fine. I wasn't even tired when I got there.
As soon as I get there, a friend of mine from pre-school shows up. I'm not surprised he's at the lakes, as he goes up there during the summer too, I'm surprised he's on the cottage side- he lives on the trailor side.
We ask Sara's dad (well, I assume it was Sara's dad) where Sara is, and he tells us that she's asleep.
We say all right, and all of a sudden we're in her house. All three of us. So, I tell my friend to go as quietly as possible so as not to wake Sara up, when of course he sprints through the room yelling at the top of his lungs. I tiptoe out, smacking my forhead.
It gets blurry after that, but I think I woke up right before she came out of her house to see us.
The only other part of that dream I can remember is that for some reason, I felt like I had to see Sara. It seemed like everything would make sense about that once I saw her, and when I realized that I was going to wake up before I could, I felt a strong sense of failure.
My analysys- I'm not eating enough Mayonaisse.
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Monday, August 18, 2003
"Before they give a lethal injection, they swab your arm with alchohol."
I'm eating some pink lemonade right now. That's right, eating. I just stick a can of pink lemonade in the freezer, wait about an hour, and voila! it's slush.
The only problem is it won't come through the pop tab hole of it's own will. So what do I do? I tilt my head back, hold the can over my head, and bang it against my front teeth.
Delicious.
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Saturday, August 16, 2003
Woah.
This is very different then a blog. I don't really like it as much. Sure, it looks a lot more clear, but it doesn't give much in the way of originality. Every one will look the same.
Heh, I'm supposed to be clever in this thing. That's going to be hard, I'm not really good at that, heh.
Oh well.
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