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Here's my proposal, in the words of tracy chapman (because none can do any better)
FAST CAR
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
JUst 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living
You see me old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He sayshis body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way
I remember we wre driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had feeling I could be someone, be someone,
Be someone
You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way
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in other news today is unsuper wednesday- the day when bitter realization sets in that regardless, republicans will take the presidency in a landslide. why? because a president who could well be ruling at age 80 is better than a woman (god forbid) or a non-white (gasp). there now that ive sufficiently insulted everyone.
ps id vote obama. anyways,
classes are in fact cancelled, though waterloo campus only closed part day. suckas.
so tonight is media assignment. goooo me. and something else top secret.
i am the worst gf in all the lands. i thought i heard 'i passed' on the phone, so im all happpy..... nevermind i cant hear over the....microwave?
also, so im post-run/hot shower/work all day/cooking dinner so im all exasperated out of breathe when i answer the phone piping hott because we have to set the thermo to 25degrees in this joint because we have money we want to give away to hydro. ensuring my parents continue to have jobs, maybe, iieedunno.
sweet i won- longest sentence.
anyways, the point: i soundall like i dont want to talk to my gentleman caller, not the case, but i just need to sit down a minute and breathe and not die of starvation. so then i get off the phone feeling like an ass, overanalyzing every tone and pitch of my voice because i probably sounded like a bitch when really i was just trying to rush around so i could sit and talk to him and not leave foood burning in the kitchen.
alack
alack
i am so not even excused for being all exasperated for the things i was exasperated and stressed over. in the grand scheme of things. he just got denied a job and here i am in my head thinking 'fu**'s sake, krista, the scale is tipping you fat lard'
haha that makes me thinking of napolean dynamite.
anyways,
yeah the scale, which i dont pay much attention to, is higher than it should be.......... and its generally off by a few, as in, add some more poundage!
this worries me. a) because i am suffering from mental, emotional fatigue
b) though i like my body, i fear the excess 5 poundage might be noticed by a significant other who might not so much fear the 5lbs, but the insinuation behind them: the fear the perhaps this is a trend. an UPWARD trend. that ive let myself go and im just going to get fat, out of shape, lazy, wearing moomoos, stop brushing my hair and dressing nice for thee.
i digress.
i need to stop being so hard on myself and the world needs to stop being winter so i can get over my seasonal depression disorder and go back to being my normal self. like worrying about other things haha.
