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, October 10, 2004

stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress... stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...stress...

*sigh*


4 Comments:

Blogger Xeonus said...

Copy from your blog... Paste into mine...
Keep chugging away on stress at a time... and soon you'll have conquered the entire wall... metaphorically speaking.

Monday, October 11, 2004 1:55:00 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

go bops! you can do it!!!!!

Monday, October 11, 2004 7:25:00 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

why all the stress, mont?

- aNtSy

Tuesday, October 12, 2004 12:17:00 AM

 
Blogger BBN said...

lol -- you guys are the best. :)

THANKS for cheering me up :)

Sunday, October 17, 2004 1:40:00 PM

 

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