At lunch today I was singing, to myself I thought.
I am so beautiful
To me
I am so beautiful
To me
Can't I see
I'm everything I hoped for
I'm everything I need
I am so beautiful
To me.
Midway through the second chorus I realized the people on both sides of me had stopped eating and begun staring.
This winter can end any time now.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Starting To Feel A Little Cooped Up Here
Posted by Snag at 10:38 PM
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Sing it, Snag!
Then came the "I'll have what he's havings."
And by singing to yourself do you mean: talkign to the voices?
Come home soon!
It's never too late to have a happy childhood.
I think he was stuck in a bad Woody Allen musical.
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