So if you live your life in a three piece suit,
In a cocktail dress, or combat boots
You pick your path and you walk your truth
And the world will come round to you.

Pop the cork, a champagne glass
Raise to the future, drink to the past
Thank the Lord for the friends he cast,
In the play he wrote for you.

Sunday, March 02, 2003

well...by my count, i just had a half hour ranting session to loquax. haha HOW she puts up with me...i don't know.

in fact...how do ANY of you put up with me...i have NO bloody idea but you know, somewhere down the line, i must have just gotten THAT lucky =)

and no...i don't even really believe in 'luck' or whatnot...so I guess i should change what i said to acknowledging fully that God just gave me gifts...NOT talents! haha but ...gifts. i.e. good friends. amazingly enough, there are always people that care about me...(haha what's with you people?!)...and good friends to joke around with (hmm...er...why are they in the corner crying?)... =) but hey -- i'm glad to be able to set off a rant and have people there even though i just know i haven't always been there for everyone. *sigh*

You know, being human stinks. Can i be cool like the rest of you? Please?

--- master of none.

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