Random Thoughts, the Sequel

It is and it has been logged into the SportsJournalists.com minutes.

 

I was feeling kinda crappy, even after spending time with friends tonight and it took an inside joke between three of my other friends through, OF ALL PLACES, myspace, to make me really laugh tonight.

God I love my friends. God I miss those friends.

 

yeah, but you're the cool guy who moved away. i moved home once, it sucked, and all those friends weren't so cool once i saw them at least every week. kinda losers, actually.

 

The wierd thing is, the joke is between friends I had after I moved here and that have since moved on.

and now for a lyric:

South Carolina. Reached out is arms for me. Somewhere up until things went black, down on lonely street.

 

6 a.m. alarms are the work of the devil.

 

Would it hurt you to say I haven't been to bed yet

 

you can't rest in peace forever.

 

7 a.m. in New England. The early birds are the alarm clock that lets me know I need to go to sleep.

 

Indeed they are. And if they shit on my car again this morning I'm going to make a fucking stew out of them tomorrow moring!

 

Can't tell whether I have a plain ol' sore throat and cold or whether it's possibly strep.

 

suck it up two-week boy.

 

Oh, I will. I'll take a couple shots of brandy to make it through the day.