1) Fleetwood Mac: Rumors
2) Paul Simon: Graceland
3) Nora Jones: Come away with me
4) Santana: Supernatural
5) Bruse Springsteen: Nebraska
Yo Ricky:
I am flat out anymore. I just dont stop. The boy
will not be denied.
Its driving me nuts. I used to say I was a workaholic as a joke.
Now its not so funny anymore.
I dont take breaks.
I take lunch at my desk.
I work overtime and dont ask for credit.
I dont take holidays off.
I go home and DREAM about them waxing the floors at work.
I take on-line courses home.
I worry about database searching in my 'free' time.
Then I try to watch a movie and fall asleep.
I FREAKING *FORGET* TO DRINK!!!!
Send help! -going down for the third time
Crank
and...
Ya. You betcha.
Things go. I dunno where, but they go. Everything that rises must
converge? I dunno about that either. If I am the center of the
universe, which I MUST be, because in an infinity all points are
the center, right? Because if one can go right or left, up or
down, east or west and one can proceed equal distances in all
directions then one must be in the center. So how does it follow
about rising things converging? I am about one bottle of tequila
away from solving this one too.
Anyway, I'm just running on faith.
Fumes of faith at this point, cause they
ask me if the glass is half-full or half-empty and I say "What
glass?"
What's the difference between a lawyer
and a prostitute? A prostitute will
stop screwing you when you are dead.
-Guess you caught me having a moment
-Wackt Jack
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