Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tell me that you're alright,Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Give me a reason to end this discussion,
To break with tradition.
To fold and divide.
Cause I hate the ocean, theme parks and airplanes,
Talking with strangers, waiting in line..
I'm through with these pills that make me sit still.
"Are you feeling fine?"
Yes, I feel just fine.
Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
I'm sick of the things I do when I'm nervous
Like cleaning the oven or checking my tires
Or counting the number of tiles in the ceiling..
Head for the hills, the kitchen's on fire!
I used to rely on self-medication,
I guess I still do that from time to time.
But I'm getting better at fighting the future,
"Someday you'll be fine.."
Yes, I'll be just fine.
Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Give me a reason
To end this discussion
To break with tradition
To fold and divide
So let's not get carried
Away with the process
of elimination
I don't want to waste your time.
Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
She makes a lot of abstract artShe haggles for the cheapest price
She never orders take-out food
Before ten o'clock at night
She's really into snow mobiles
She owns a lot of nice flashlights
She cares for all the stupid cats
That never found their way home
She shaves her legs with ginsu knives
She quotes a lot of Annie Hall
She misplaced her virginity
Back in 1995
She's what's keeping me alive
She's the pizza of my eye (i don't think it's pie.. but i'm not positive)
Without her near me I would not survive
She's always eating Captain Crunch
She sings a lot of Ben Folds Five
She's scared to death of cobra snakes
Just like Indiana Jones
She tells the dumbest knock knock jokes
She drinks a lot of Chardonnay
She hates the way I comb my hair
But she married me last june
She was the bride I was the groom
I cried a lot and then we screwed
Without her in my life I would be doomed
She loves the smell of Christmas trees
She sneezes when she sees bright lights
She fainted on the kitchen floor
When her father passed away
Our baby girl is due this May
And when the little lady grows up
I hope that she will be just like
Her mother.