I just got home from work not too long ago.
I am swamped again and not getting home until after 8:00. I hate that I don't have anybody to walk Morgan on days like this. I feel so bad for him sometimes....
and other times, I feel really angry, but that's a different story that I haven't quite gotten around to talk about yet.
so.... in leiu of being able to actually say anything yet, in leiu of being able to come up with anything my own brain made up, I am going to dine on popcorn with real butter, fork feed myself some tuna from the can, and then lame out and simply post some Leonard Cohen lyrics that really REALLY don't mean anything except for I love this song all the while listening to Tom Waits singing about something completely different.
I remember you
well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."
And then you got away, didn't you babe...
I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.
I am swamped again and not getting home until after 8:00. I hate that I don't have anybody to walk Morgan on days like this. I feel so bad for him sometimes....
and other times, I feel really angry, but that's a different story that I haven't quite gotten around to talk about yet.
so.... in leiu of being able to actually say anything yet, in leiu of being able to come up with anything my own brain made up, I am going to dine on popcorn with real butter, fork feed myself some tuna from the can, and then lame out and simply post some Leonard Cohen lyrics that really REALLY don't mean anything except for I love this song all the while listening to Tom Waits singing about something completely different.
I remember you
well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."
And then you got away, didn't you babe...
I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.
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Dec2002-Current date, Employed under 601268 Saskatchewan LTD.
And thats all I really need, its our shops commerical number so it works. If folks reading the resume wanna know what it is, they can call its number under my refrences.