Ten Things Bugging The Piss Out Of Me:
1. I've broken two drinking glasses in under one week. And one of them was my favorite "Ithaca" one from my sister and bro-in-law.
2. Stepping on a tiny shard of glass from second said drinking glass.
3. Jack's Complete Lack Of Exercise.
4. Being behind. At my job, with freelance, with work for friends. I'm an asshole.
5. An always untidy apartment. Balls.
6. An always full laundry basket. Eff.
7. An always full sink of dirty dishes. Poop.
8. My inability to be on time. Ever.
9. My lack of willpower around anything labeled "ice cream."
10. My horrible excuse for keeping in touch with people.
And that's just ten . . . I totally could have gone on. Now, THAT would make for a hearty and interesting blog, eh? Feel free to play the tiny violins now.
I was supposed to go to bed at 11.
January 28, 2008
January 25, 2008
January 24, 2008
Tori Amos and Wayne Brady
One of my favorites . . .
Interesting version . . .
AND, whilst looking for a clip of this song, I saw that Tori also performed on the Wayne Brady show. I didn't choose the clip BUT just his name makes me think of this:
. . . which is just effing great.
Interesting version . . .
AND, whilst looking for a clip of this song, I saw that Tori also performed on the Wayne Brady show. I didn't choose the clip BUT just his name makes me think of this:
. . . which is just effing great.
January 20, 2008
the answer came like a shot in the back
the answer came
like a shot in the back
while you were running from your lesson
which might explain
why years later all you could remember
was the terror of the question
plus, you weren't listening
you were stockpiling canned goods
making a bomb shelter of our basement
and i can't believe you let the moral go by
while you were soaking in the product placement
where was your conscience?
where was your consciousness?
and where did you put all those letters
that you wrote to yourself
but could not address?
i'm a good kisser
and you're a fast learner
and that kinda thing could float us
for a pretty long time
then one day you'd realize
you've memorized my phone number
and you'll call it and find
it's a disconnected line
cuz i got tossed out the window of love's el camino
and i shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb
you were smoking me
weren't you?
between your yellow fingers
you just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word
where was your conscience?
where was your consciousness?
and where did you put all those letters
that you wrote to yourself
but could not address?
there's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons
a whole childhood of potions
that are all bottled up
and so one by one i am dusting off labels
i am uncorking bottles and filling up cups
so go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine
and i'll have a taste of mine
but first let's toast to the lists
that we hold in our fists
of the things that we promise to do
differently next time
cuz the answer came like a shot in the back
while you were running from your lesson
which might explain
why years later all you could remember
was the terror of the question
plus i'm not listening to you anymore
my head is too sore and my heart's perforated
and i'm mired in the marrow of my (well... ain't that) funny bone
learning how to be alone and devastated
where was my conscience?
where was my consciousness?
and what do i do with all these letters
that i wrote to myself
but cannot address?
—ani difranco / marrow
like a shot in the back
while you were running from your lesson
which might explain
why years later all you could remember
was the terror of the question
plus, you weren't listening
you were stockpiling canned goods
making a bomb shelter of our basement
and i can't believe you let the moral go by
while you were soaking in the product placement
where was your conscience?
where was your consciousness?
and where did you put all those letters
that you wrote to yourself
but could not address?
i'm a good kisser
and you're a fast learner
and that kinda thing could float us
for a pretty long time
then one day you'd realize
you've memorized my phone number
and you'll call it and find
it's a disconnected line
cuz i got tossed out the window of love's el camino
and i shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb
you were smoking me
weren't you?
between your yellow fingers
you just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word
where was your conscience?
where was your consciousness?
and where did you put all those letters
that you wrote to yourself
but could not address?
there's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons
a whole childhood of potions
that are all bottled up
and so one by one i am dusting off labels
i am uncorking bottles and filling up cups
so go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine
and i'll have a taste of mine
but first let's toast to the lists
that we hold in our fists
of the things that we promise to do
differently next time
cuz the answer came like a shot in the back
while you were running from your lesson
which might explain
why years later all you could remember
was the terror of the question
plus i'm not listening to you anymore
my head is too sore and my heart's perforated
and i'm mired in the marrow of my (well... ain't that) funny bone
learning how to be alone and devastated
where was my conscience?
where was my consciousness?
and what do i do with all these letters
that i wrote to myself
but cannot address?
—ani difranco / marrow
January 18, 2008
Well, I say . . .
The "eliminating complications" I can handle . . . the warm water massage I'll take a pass on.
SCORPIO [Oct. 23–Nov. 21]
Internet pundit Ariana Huffington realized that she was working too hard when she got so exhausted that she passed out and broke her cheekbone on her desk. Resolving to give herself more slack, she decided to carry just two BlackBerries with her at all times instead of the three that had been her constant companions. I request that you perform at least two similar acts of self-care in the coming week, Scorpio. They could come in the form of either eliminating complications, as Huffington did, or else adding luxurious treats. For example, you might want to arrange to be massaged in warm water by a team of charismatic healers singing you love songs and lullabies. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice
I saw a man wearing Uggs this morning. Something about New York just got shittier. (Just kidding! I heart you applehead!)
SCORPIO [Oct. 23–Nov. 21]
Internet pundit Ariana Huffington realized that she was working too hard when she got so exhausted that she passed out and broke her cheekbone on her desk. Resolving to give herself more slack, she decided to carry just two BlackBerries with her at all times instead of the three that had been her constant companions. I request that you perform at least two similar acts of self-care in the coming week, Scorpio. They could come in the form of either eliminating complications, as Huffington did, or else adding luxurious treats. For example, you might want to arrange to be massaged in warm water by a team of charismatic healers singing you love songs and lullabies. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice
I saw a man wearing Uggs this morning. Something about New York just got shittier. (Just kidding! I heart you applehead!)
January 17, 2008
Must go see her live soon.
I'm like the rain in a downpour
I wash away what you long for
And I wave goodbye with the sun in my eyes
I wish I could be there tonight
I'm like the wind in the canyon
I'm there, then I'm gone in a second
You're growing older in peace where you're at
I wish I could be there for that
But I've moved on
Like a rolling stone
In a crowded room
I'm alone
I'm like the rain in a downpour
I wash away what you long for
And I wave goodbye with the sun in my eyes
I wish I could be there tonight
Oh, oh, yeah
You're like the tide in the deep blue
Cause you're always there when I need you
And when you need someone to carry you through
I'm gonna be there for you
I'm gonna be there for you
—Brandi Carlile / Downpour
January 16, 2008
working music
i heard the sound of your bike
as your wheels hit the gravel
then your engine in the driveway, cutting off
i pushed through the screen door
and i stood out on the porch
thinking fight fight fight at all costs
but instead i let you in
just like i've always done
i sat you down and offered you a beer
and across the kitchen table
i fired several rounds
but you were still sitting there when the smoke cleared
you came crawling back to say
that you want to make good in the end
oh, let me count the ways that i abhor you
you were never a good lay
and you were never a good friend
but oh, what can i say, i adore you
all i need is my leather
one t-shirt and two socks
i'll keep my hands warm in your pockets
and you can use the engine block
we'll ride out to california
with my arms around your chest
and i'll pretend that this is real
'cuz this is what i like best
you've been juggling two women
like a stupid circus clown
telling us both we are the one
and maybe you can keep me
from ever being happy
but you're not going to stop me
from having fun
so let's go, before i change my mind
i'll leave the luggage of all your lies behind
'cuz i am bigger than everything that came before
you were never very kind
and you let me way down every time
but oh, what can i say, i adore you
i heard the sound of your bike
as your wheels hit the gravel
then your engine in the driveway, cutting off
—ani difranco / gravel
as your wheels hit the gravel
then your engine in the driveway, cutting off
i pushed through the screen door
and i stood out on the porch
thinking fight fight fight at all costs
but instead i let you in
just like i've always done
i sat you down and offered you a beer
and across the kitchen table
i fired several rounds
but you were still sitting there when the smoke cleared
you came crawling back to say
that you want to make good in the end
oh, let me count the ways that i abhor you
you were never a good lay
and you were never a good friend
but oh, what can i say, i adore you
all i need is my leather
one t-shirt and two socks
i'll keep my hands warm in your pockets
and you can use the engine block
we'll ride out to california
with my arms around your chest
and i'll pretend that this is real
'cuz this is what i like best
you've been juggling two women
like a stupid circus clown
telling us both we are the one
and maybe you can keep me
from ever being happy
but you're not going to stop me
from having fun
so let's go, before i change my mind
i'll leave the luggage of all your lies behind
'cuz i am bigger than everything that came before
you were never very kind
and you let me way down every time
but oh, what can i say, i adore you
i heard the sound of your bike
as your wheels hit the gravel
then your engine in the driveway, cutting off
—ani difranco / gravel
January 14, 2008
So, what're you gonna do about it?
So, the last few lyrics posted have been Ani's.
So, suck it.
Today's a good day, me thinks.
So, suck it.
Today's a good day, me thinks.
they are six strings that sing, and wood that hums against my hipbone
i am looking for the holes
the holes in your jeans
because i want to know
are they worn out in the seat
or are they worn out in the knees
there are so many ways to wear
what we have before it's gone
to make use of what is there
you know i don't wear anything i can't wipe my hands on
oh, do your politics fit between the headlines
are they written in newsprint, are they distant
mine are crossing an empty parking lot
they are a woman walking home
at night
alone
they are six strings that sing
and wood that hums against my hipbone
we can't afford to do anyone harm
because we owe them our lives
each breath is recycled from someone else's lungs
our enemies are the very air in disguise
you can talk a great philosophy
but if you can't be kind to people
every day
it doesn't mean that much to me
it's the little things you do
the little things you say
it's the love you give along the way
when we patch things up
they say a job well done
but when we ask the question why
where did the rips come from?
they say we are subversive
and extreme, of course
we are just trying to track a problem to its source
we are looking for the holes
the holes
we are looking for the holes
the holes
because we know we can't sit back
and let people come to harm
we owe them our lives
each breath is recycled from someone else's lungs
our enemies are the very air
our enemies are the air
i am looking for the holes
the holes in your jeans
because i want to know
are they worn out in the seat
or are they worn out in the knees
—ani difranco / looking for the holes
the holes in your jeans
because i want to know
are they worn out in the seat
or are they worn out in the knees
there are so many ways to wear
what we have before it's gone
to make use of what is there
you know i don't wear anything i can't wipe my hands on
oh, do your politics fit between the headlines
are they written in newsprint, are they distant
mine are crossing an empty parking lot
they are a woman walking home
at night
alone
they are six strings that sing
and wood that hums against my hipbone
we can't afford to do anyone harm
because we owe them our lives
each breath is recycled from someone else's lungs
our enemies are the very air in disguise
you can talk a great philosophy
but if you can't be kind to people
every day
it doesn't mean that much to me
it's the little things you do
the little things you say
it's the love you give along the way
when we patch things up
they say a job well done
but when we ask the question why
where did the rips come from?
they say we are subversive
and extreme, of course
we are just trying to track a problem to its source
we are looking for the holes
the holes
we are looking for the holes
the holes
because we know we can't sit back
and let people come to harm
we owe them our lives
each breath is recycled from someone else's lungs
our enemies are the very air
our enemies are the air
i am looking for the holes
the holes in your jeans
because i want to know
are they worn out in the seat
or are they worn out in the knees
—ani difranco / looking for the holes
phew.
SCORPIO [Oct. 23–Nov. 21]
Why does human anatomy include the organ known as the appendix? For centuries, doctors have been unable to determine its purpose. Most have decided it's unnecessary, a vestigial structure left over from an earlier stage of evolution. But recent research suggests the conventional wisdom has to be revised. In fact, the appendix seems to protect and regenerate the good bacteria that live in the intestines. I predict that you're on the verge of a metaphorically comparable discovery, Scorpio: Something you have always considered to be useless or irrelevant will reveal its true value. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice
I KNEW that third nipple was there for something.
Why does human anatomy include the organ known as the appendix? For centuries, doctors have been unable to determine its purpose. Most have decided it's unnecessary, a vestigial structure left over from an earlier stage of evolution. But recent research suggests the conventional wisdom has to be revised. In fact, the appendix seems to protect and regenerate the good bacteria that live in the intestines. I predict that you're on the verge of a metaphorically comparable discovery, Scorpio: Something you have always considered to be useless or irrelevant will reveal its true value. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice
I KNEW that third nipple was there for something.
January 11, 2008
I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter.
I have daydreams involving his songs.
Mike Doughty / Rising Sign
Your back curves like a creeping vine
with the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine
In the black-coffee bowl of your eye
why do you overestimate the size of the lie?
I've seen
the dangers of
your rising sign
but I swear
I'd like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
it's all inside the wrist, it's
all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself
My nerves jump
like a boiling pan
like a skillet full of oil spits,
rattling on the burner
when I stumble onto the thought
of the match you lit and dropped and set the
dial to slow yearn
I've seen
the dangers of
your rising sign
but I swear
I'd like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
It's all inside the wrist, It's
all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself
can I spell it out?
should I spell it out?
I've seen
the dangers of
your rising sign
but I swear
I'd like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
it's all inside the wrist, it's
all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself
Mike Doughty / The Only Answer
Upon the rails,
Among the weeds,
I had a moment of, serenity.
I saw you stand,
In all the green,
Upon the rusting rail,
Balancing.
You were the only answer,
My plans spun all around you,
Five years in the wrong I am assured,
My name to you is just another word,
In your bed.
In Morristown,
You had magazines, thrown around.
From under them,
The phone it rang,
And in the margin there,
You wrote the number down.
You were the only answer,
My plans spun all around you,
Five years in the wrong I am assured,
My name to you is just another word,
Another word,
Another word,
The only answer,
Another word,
The only answer,
The only answer,
The only answer
Mike Doughty / Rising Sign
Your back curves like a creeping vine
with the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine
In the black-coffee bowl of your eye
why do you overestimate the size of the lie?
I've seen
the dangers of
your rising sign
but I swear
I'd like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
it's all inside the wrist, it's
all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself
My nerves jump
like a boiling pan
like a skillet full of oil spits,
rattling on the burner
when I stumble onto the thought
of the match you lit and dropped and set the
dial to slow yearn
I've seen
the dangers of
your rising sign
but I swear
I'd like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
It's all inside the wrist, It's
all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself
can I spell it out?
should I spell it out?
I've seen
the dangers of
your rising sign
but I swear
I'd like
to drink the fuel straight from your lighter
it's all inside the wrist, it's
all inside the way you time it
I resent the way you make me like myself
Mike Doughty / The Only Answer
Upon the rails,
Among the weeds,
I had a moment of, serenity.
I saw you stand,
In all the green,
Upon the rusting rail,
Balancing.
You were the only answer,
My plans spun all around you,
Five years in the wrong I am assured,
My name to you is just another word,
In your bed.
In Morristown,
You had magazines, thrown around.
From under them,
The phone it rang,
And in the margin there,
You wrote the number down.
You were the only answer,
My plans spun all around you,
Five years in the wrong I am assured,
My name to you is just another word,
Another word,
Another word,
The only answer,
Another word,
The only answer,
The only answer,
The only answer
um . . .
I'm still really friggin' hungry, if anyone cares. And, no, even though everyone keeps telling me to eat, I'm not going to! Now it's ON. Now I have to do this. Eff. This is cleansing, people! CLEANSING!
I need a drink of the non-water persuasion. And a sammich . . . with cheese . . . ooh, and chips . . . and maybe some ice cream . . .
EFF EFF EFF
I'm going to feel better tomorrow, I'm going to feel better tomorrow, I'm going to feel better tomorrow . . .
I need a drink of the non-water persuasion. And a sammich . . . with cheese . . . ooh, and chips . . . and maybe some ice cream . . .
EFF EFF EFF
I'm going to feel better tomorrow, I'm going to feel better tomorrow, I'm going to feel better tomorrow . . .
January 10, 2008
it's that kind of day . . .
coming of age during the plague
of reagan and bush
watching capitalism gun down democracy
it had this funny effect on me
i guess
i am cancer
i am HIV
and i'm down at the blue jesus
blue cross hospital
just lookin' up from my pillow
feeling blessed
and the mighty multinationals
have monopolized the oxygen
so it's as easy as breathing
for us all to participate
yes they're buying and selling
off shares of air
and you know it's all around you
but it's hard to point and say "there"
so you just sit on your hands
and quietly contemplate
your next bold move
the next thing you're gonna need to prove
to yourself
what a waste of thumbs that are opposable
to make machines that are disposable
and sell them to seagulls flying in circles
around one big right wing
yes, the left wing was broken long ago
by the slingshot of cointelpro
and now it's so hard to have faith in
anything
especially your next bold move
or the next thing you're gonna need to prove
to yourself
you want to track each trickle
back to its source
and then scream up the faucet
'til your face is hoarse
cuz you're surrounded by a world's worth
of things you just can't excuse
but you've got the hard cough of a chain smoker
and you're at the arctic circle playing strip poker
and it's getting colder and colder
everytime you lose
so go ahead
make your next bold move
tell us
what's the next thing you're gonna need to prove
to yourself
— ani (as always) / your next bold move
of reagan and bush
watching capitalism gun down democracy
it had this funny effect on me
i guess
i am cancer
i am HIV
and i'm down at the blue jesus
blue cross hospital
just lookin' up from my pillow
feeling blessed
and the mighty multinationals
have monopolized the oxygen
so it's as easy as breathing
for us all to participate
yes they're buying and selling
off shares of air
and you know it's all around you
but it's hard to point and say "there"
so you just sit on your hands
and quietly contemplate
your next bold move
the next thing you're gonna need to prove
to yourself
what a waste of thumbs that are opposable
to make machines that are disposable
and sell them to seagulls flying in circles
around one big right wing
yes, the left wing was broken long ago
by the slingshot of cointelpro
and now it's so hard to have faith in
anything
especially your next bold move
or the next thing you're gonna need to prove
to yourself
you want to track each trickle
back to its source
and then scream up the faucet
'til your face is hoarse
cuz you're surrounded by a world's worth
of things you just can't excuse
but you've got the hard cough of a chain smoker
and you're at the arctic circle playing strip poker
and it's getting colder and colder
everytime you lose
so go ahead
make your next bold move
tell us
what's the next thing you're gonna need to prove
to yourself
— ani (as always) / your next bold move
Anew.
Alright, alright, alright. Tomorrow = Fast #2. It’s time. Time to start the new year. Time to clean this shit out.
Speaking of the new year, I’m having a hard time remembering to write 2008. Every effing time . . .
Right, so, the fast . . . I’ve been the picture of disastrous health lately and I need to get a hold of myself. Therefore: all day, no food. Just water. This is going to rock even harder than the first time. I am so fucking cool.
Jesus Christ, I swear a lot. That should have been my resolution. To get a goddamn hold of my language. But really, why bother? I like my vocal cords with a little flavor.
I really don’t know what I’m talking about. Gotta go.
Speaking of the new year, I’m having a hard time remembering to write 2008. Every effing time . . .
Right, so, the fast . . . I’ve been the picture of disastrous health lately and I need to get a hold of myself. Therefore: all day, no food. Just water. This is going to rock even harder than the first time. I am so fucking cool.
Jesus Christ, I swear a lot. That should have been my resolution. To get a goddamn hold of my language. But really, why bother? I like my vocal cords with a little flavor.
I really don’t know what I’m talking about. Gotta go.
buildings and bridges
buildings and bridges
are made to bend in the wind
to withstand the world,
that's what it takes
all that steel and stone
are no match for the air, my friend
what doesn't bend breaks
what doesn't bend breaks
we are made to bleed
and scab and heal and bleed again
and turn every scar into a joke
we are made to fight
and fuck and talk and fight again
and sit around and laugh until we choke
sit around and laugh until we choke
i don't know who you were expecting
probably some bitch who does not budge
with eyes the size of snow
i may get pissed off sometimes
but you seem like the type to hold a grudge
and in the end, i just let go...
buildings and bridges
are made to bend in the wind
to withstand the world,
that's what it takes
all that steel and stone
is no match for the air, my friend
what doesn't bend breaks
what doesn't bend breaks
—ani fucking difranco
are made to bend in the wind
to withstand the world,
that's what it takes
all that steel and stone
are no match for the air, my friend
what doesn't bend breaks
what doesn't bend breaks
we are made to bleed
and scab and heal and bleed again
and turn every scar into a joke
we are made to fight
and fuck and talk and fight again
and sit around and laugh until we choke
sit around and laugh until we choke
i don't know who you were expecting
probably some bitch who does not budge
with eyes the size of snow
i may get pissed off sometimes
but you seem like the type to hold a grudge
and in the end, i just let go...
buildings and bridges
are made to bend in the wind
to withstand the world,
that's what it takes
all that steel and stone
is no match for the air, my friend
what doesn't bend breaks
what doesn't bend breaks
—ani fucking difranco
January 9, 2008
Eat this.
I’ve been wanting to blog for awhile. I've had a lot on my mind. I’ve been tossing back and forth the resolutions everyone is so fond of making around this time. I’ll lose weight, I’ll eat better, I’ll keep in better touch, I’ll work on the debt, I’ll try not to end up drunk and topless, etc.
I've concluded that what I really want this year is less stress. I don’t want so much panic in 2008. I don’t want the worry and the ache and the upset. I need some peace.
Sure, I’d love to drop a couple sizes . . . but the peace, that’s first and foremost. I’m going to work on reworking my life. I need some reconfiguration. I need to clean up and sort through the mess.
I’m expecting that when Elizabeth Gilbert wrote Eat, Pray, Love, she meant to do just that. And she did, I’m assuming . . .
It’s not the right time in my life to be reading this book. I’m halfway through it and, while well-written, it’s doing more to piss me off than anything else. Honestly, I’d just like to sucker punch Miss. (Ms.?) Gilbert . . . or at least look her straight in the face and give her a good, loud “Wah.”
It’s just way too hard for me right now to feel for someone who can afford to drop everything (job, belongings, responsibilities) and get paid (in advance) for a book she’s going to write about the year-long trip she’s ABOUT to take to Italy and India and wherever. Seriously. Seriously? Fuck. That.
But perhaps I’m being too harsh. Maybe I should understand how upsetting it is that she can’t meditate as well as everyone else at some Ashram in India. Maybe I should understand that the only way she will get over her depression, lack-of-self, and loneliness is to drop out of her life and spend loads of money on a trip around the world. MAYBE someone ought to tell Miss. Fancypants about sucking it up. Some of us have other things to worry about, like, say, oh, trying to keep a roof over one’s head, whilst having no money in their bank account. And although, I'd love to learn how to do this while pulling a fancy yoga pose, comefuckingon.
See? WRONG time to be reading this book. And THAT is why I’ve put it down. One must know when to walk away.
I’m going to try picking it up again when I feel less rage (read: sometime in 2008 . . . one can only hope).
I've concluded that what I really want this year is less stress. I don’t want so much panic in 2008. I don’t want the worry and the ache and the upset. I need some peace.
Sure, I’d love to drop a couple sizes . . . but the peace, that’s first and foremost. I’m going to work on reworking my life. I need some reconfiguration. I need to clean up and sort through the mess.
I’m expecting that when Elizabeth Gilbert wrote Eat, Pray, Love, she meant to do just that. And she did, I’m assuming . . .
It’s not the right time in my life to be reading this book. I’m halfway through it and, while well-written, it’s doing more to piss me off than anything else. Honestly, I’d just like to sucker punch Miss. (Ms.?) Gilbert . . . or at least look her straight in the face and give her a good, loud “Wah.”
It’s just way too hard for me right now to feel for someone who can afford to drop everything (job, belongings, responsibilities) and get paid (in advance) for a book she’s going to write about the year-long trip she’s ABOUT to take to Italy and India and wherever. Seriously. Seriously? Fuck. That.
But perhaps I’m being too harsh. Maybe I should understand how upsetting it is that she can’t meditate as well as everyone else at some Ashram in India. Maybe I should understand that the only way she will get over her depression, lack-of-self, and loneliness is to drop out of her life and spend loads of money on a trip around the world. MAYBE someone ought to tell Miss. Fancypants about sucking it up. Some of us have other things to worry about, like, say, oh, trying to keep a roof over one’s head, whilst having no money in their bank account. And although, I'd love to learn how to do this while pulling a fancy yoga pose, comefuckingon.
See? WRONG time to be reading this book. And THAT is why I’ve put it down. One must know when to walk away.
I’m going to try picking it up again when I feel less rage (read: sometime in 2008 . . . one can only hope).
NO! No!
It can't be true! How could it be??!! But, it makes no sense!
Thank GOODness we now know about this.
School Popularity Affects Girls’ Weights
Harvard University: I applaud you. Bravo.
Thank GOODness we now know about this.
School Popularity Affects Girls’ Weights
Harvard University: I applaud you. Bravo.
January 1, 2008
Happy New Year.
You know I love music
And every time I hear something hot
It makes me wanna move
It makes me wanna have fun
But it’s something about this joint right here
This joint right here
Its makes me wanna . . . Woooh
Let it go . . .
Can’t let this thing called love get away from you
Feel free right now, go do what you want to do
Can’t let nobody take it away, from you, from me, from we
No time for moping around, are you kidding?
And no time for negative vibes, cause I’m winning
It’s been a long week, I put in my hardest
Gonna live my life, feels so good to get it right
So I like what I see when I’m looking at me
When I’m walking past the mirror
Don't stress through the night, at a time in my life
Ain’t worried about if you feel it
Got my head on straight, I got my vibe right
I aint gonna let you kill it
You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just . . .
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just fine
Feels so good, when you’re doing all the things that you want to do
Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new
Keep your head up high
In yourself, believe in you, believe in me
Having a really good time, I’m not complaining
And I’m a still wear a smile if it's raining
I got to enjoy myself regardless
I appreciate life, I’m so glad that it's fine
So I like what I see when I’m looking at me
When I’m walking past the mirror
Ain't worried about you and what you gonna do
I’m a lady so I must stay classy
Got to keep it hot, keep it together
If I want to get better
See I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just . . .
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
See I won’t change my life, my life’s just fine
I ain't gon’ let nothing get in my way
(I ain't gone let nobody bring me down, no, no, no)
No matter what nobody has to say
(No way, no way, no way)
I ain’t gon’ let nothing get in my way
No matter what nobody has to say
Feels so good, when you’re doing all the things that you want to do
Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new
It’s a really good thing to say
That I won’t change my life, my life’s just fine
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
See I won’t change my life, my life’s just fine
So I like what I see when I’m looking at me
When I’m walking past the mirror
Don't stress through the night, at a time in my life
Ain’t worried about if you feel it
Got my head on straight, I got my vibe right
I ain’t gonna let you kill it
You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just . . .
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just fine
MARY J BLIGE / JUST FINE
And every time I hear something hot
It makes me wanna move
It makes me wanna have fun
But it’s something about this joint right here
This joint right here
Its makes me wanna . . . Woooh
Let it go . . .
Can’t let this thing called love get away from you
Feel free right now, go do what you want to do
Can’t let nobody take it away, from you, from me, from we
No time for moping around, are you kidding?
And no time for negative vibes, cause I’m winning
It’s been a long week, I put in my hardest
Gonna live my life, feels so good to get it right
So I like what I see when I’m looking at me
When I’m walking past the mirror
Don't stress through the night, at a time in my life
Ain’t worried about if you feel it
Got my head on straight, I got my vibe right
I aint gonna let you kill it
You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just . . .
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just fine
Feels so good, when you’re doing all the things that you want to do
Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new
Keep your head up high
In yourself, believe in you, believe in me
Having a really good time, I’m not complaining
And I’m a still wear a smile if it's raining
I got to enjoy myself regardless
I appreciate life, I’m so glad that it's fine
So I like what I see when I’m looking at me
When I’m walking past the mirror
Ain't worried about you and what you gonna do
I’m a lady so I must stay classy
Got to keep it hot, keep it together
If I want to get better
See I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just . . .
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
See I won’t change my life, my life’s just fine
I ain't gon’ let nothing get in my way
(I ain't gone let nobody bring me down, no, no, no)
No matter what nobody has to say
(No way, no way, no way)
I ain’t gon’ let nothing get in my way
No matter what nobody has to say
Feels so good, when you’re doing all the things that you want to do
Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new
It’s a really good thing to say
That I won’t change my life, my life’s just fine
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
See I won’t change my life, my life’s just fine
So I like what I see when I’m looking at me
When I’m walking past the mirror
Don't stress through the night, at a time in my life
Ain’t worried about if you feel it
Got my head on straight, I got my vibe right
I ain’t gonna let you kill it
You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just . . .
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just fine
MARY J BLIGE / JUST FINE
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