The Dog Days of Summer
or Those Long Haired Blues
In the spirit of shamelessly ripping off someone else's website, I'm going to post some more random comments in place of something that could actually be considered a full-length, coherent post in hopes of keeping the post-hounds at bay.
For all of you who are sick of the long hair, I've decided that I'm getting it cut before vacation in mid August. The weather down there in Perdido Key is typically Floridian: 90-95* F with a chance of thunderstorms every day. This rug would be way too warm to keep around.
Yesterday, I finally went to 1st Source and opened a savings account there, since I closed my one at Sobieski's earlier this month. It was odd to hold so much money in my hands at once. The moment was way too fleeting.
There's also something else that's been on my mind for a few weeks now, but I'm not sure that I want to throw it out for everybody quite yet. A lot of my spare mental time has been spent wandering down this melancholy alley of thought and I don't see any sort of resolution or compromise that I can come to that will satisfy the problem. Funny (not really) how some of the most important things in our lives are forced to be half-assed, only because totally immersing ourselves in them would drive us to madness, tears, or both.
Some might say they don't believe in Heaven/Go and tell it to the man who lives in Hell...
Here's a thought for every man who tries to understand what's in his hand/He walks along the open road of love and life, survivin' if he can/Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say/Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay/Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say/As he faced the sun he cast no shadow/As they took his soul they stole his pride/As they took his soul they stole his pride/As they took his soul they stole his pride/As he faced the sun he cast no shadow
All lyrics courtesy of Oasis. Everything else is my fault.
or Those Long Haired Blues
In the spirit of shamelessly ripping off someone else's website, I'm going to post some more random comments in place of something that could actually be considered a full-length, coherent post in hopes of keeping the post-hounds at bay.
For all of you who are sick of the long hair, I've decided that I'm getting it cut before vacation in mid August. The weather down there in Perdido Key is typically Floridian: 90-95* F with a chance of thunderstorms every day. This rug would be way too warm to keep around.
Yesterday, I finally went to 1st Source and opened a savings account there, since I closed my one at Sobieski's earlier this month. It was odd to hold so much money in my hands at once. The moment was way too fleeting.
There's also something else that's been on my mind for a few weeks now, but I'm not sure that I want to throw it out for everybody quite yet. A lot of my spare mental time has been spent wandering down this melancholy alley of thought and I don't see any sort of resolution or compromise that I can come to that will satisfy the problem. Funny (not really) how some of the most important things in our lives are forced to be half-assed, only because totally immersing ourselves in them would drive us to madness, tears, or both.
Some might say they don't believe in Heaven/Go and tell it to the man who lives in Hell...
Here's a thought for every man who tries to understand what's in his hand/He walks along the open road of love and life, survivin' if he can/Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say/Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay/Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say/As he faced the sun he cast no shadow/As they took his soul they stole his pride/As they took his soul they stole his pride/As they took his soul they stole his pride/As he faced the sun he cast no shadow
All lyrics courtesy of Oasis. Everything else is my fault.
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