September 27, 2004
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roosters and hens and all their cluckin’ friends
they know it’s time to fly, when I come stompin’ by
well cock-a-doodle do, I’m gonna put my tread on you
that’s the call of the wreckin’ ball
everybody asks why I’m such a bastard
well wringin’ necks ain’t no fun, stompin’ kills em faster!
they call me wreckin’ ball, cause I’m the baddest of em all
if your fowl’s gone foul and you can’t count on rover
just look me up and I’ll stomp right over!
–John Doe and Exene Cervenka, the Knitters
well, I’m in an extraordinarily good mood today!
sometimes all it takes is the realization that things could be worse…
and they’re not.
cryptic.
trust me, be glad that I am.
what’s up tomorrow? don’t know and don’t care.
Comments (16)
yay!
I don’t care either, but that could be the vodka talking…
I know that feeling, yeahhhhhh …
It looks good on us. We should wear it more often.
Maybe I could learn a thing or two from you.
Not caring feels damn good sometimes.
That’s been my modus operundie lately. however, spelling hasn’t, lol.
{{hugs}}
Hey, now you’re talking. One time I had a friend say this to me: “Rachel, you need to visit this place. They’re all like you–they just don’t care”.
That was the best compliment I’ve ever received.
satori! wreckin’ ball! swinging….
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yay I like that song! I always sing it “all their fucking friends” I can’t help myself.
I had the most delightful time in hell yesterday. Very odd.
I be glad that you am.
Love you,
Timothy
Good to know one of us was in a good mood yesterday!! lol
You’re clearly trying to initiate WWIII on the Mutant’s blog with the over/under debate.
I so dig you.