I think I have basically robbed the company I work for over the last two days. I haven't done much work. Part of that is the fact that I need to get these reports from people so that is my main focus. Not my fault that it is a reactionary process- if I cannot get in touch with these people, I have nothing to do.
So as I sat around doing little yesterday, various songs bounced through my head. The worst had to be "Don't worry, be happy". Don't ask. I have no idea how that crept in there. I did realize that throughout the day, various tunes do float around my melon. So let's list them here, if not to amuse you, at the very least to amuse me.
Bon Jovi- It's My Life.
Jetboy- Snakebit. Anyone remember this band?
Ozzy Osbourne- Suicide Solution.
Bruce Springsteen- Cadillac Ranch. I blame Al for this one. And I haven't even clicked through.
Kiss- Reason to Live. The video had all those question marks on the wall. What was up with that?
Y'all Want a Single- Korn. Fuck that!
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Damn you and Don't worry, be happy. I will be hearing that all afternoon now.
Insert evil laugh here.
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I’m a woman’s man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm, I’ve been kicked around
Since I was born.
And now it’s all right. it’s ok.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The new york times’ effect on man.
Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother,
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’,
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive.
Well now, I get low and I get high,
And if I can’t get either, I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes.
I’m a dancin’ man and I just can’t lose.
You know it’s all right. it’s ok.
I’ll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
The new york times’ effect on man.
Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother,
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’,
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive.
Life goin’ nowhere. somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin’ nowhere. somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah. stayin’ alive.
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I’m a woman’s man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I’ve been kicked around since I was born.
And now it’s all right. it’s ok.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The new york times’ effect on man.
Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother,
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’,
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive.
Life goin’ nowhere. somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin’ nowhere. somebody help me, yeah.
I’m stayin’ alive.
You are an evil bastard James!
damn... I took the boys for a walk and couldn't stop singing that song in my head! ahhhhh.. make it stop!!!
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