This is me. A blog about my daily life and slices-of-life. It's honest, it's funny, it's sad, it's witty, it's sarcastic, sometimes it's soapbox-ish, it sometimes rambles, sometimes it's artsy, sometimes it's dorky but, it is always honest and always me. (Which ever "me" decides to show up on that particular day.)
Simply put, it's just my daily world that I'm trying to sort out the only way I know how, through words.
Friday, June 23, 2006
just askin'
Hey, can you tell me how to get to Funky Town?
(To be sung to the tune of, "Electric Ave." .....)
"I'm going to walk down to K-Mart and buy some shoes. They only cost a dollar."
Awesome! That means I can wear them when I get to Funky Town
You've got a thing for Funky Town today, eh? I saw you asked Old Man Crowder how to get there. I think it's a state of mind - just go to your happy place.
Because I think it's funny.
ReplyDeleteBecause I need a chuckle.
Because one, fucktard is trying very desperatly to try and ruin my day.
Because I refuse to let one person have that much power.
Because I want the fucktard to go away.
....So, how do I get there?
You've got a thing for Funky Town today, eh? I saw you asked Old Man Crowder how to get there. I think it's a state of mind - just go to your happy place.
ReplyDeleteWell, you have to fly to Orlando, Florida. I'll pick you up and then drive you back here to Funky Town. It's that easy.
ReplyDeleteepix: It was on the radio during lunch. Can you say, stuck in the head?
ReplyDeleteKarl: *slaps forehead* Duh! I'll see you this weekend.
GG: excellent point and I like your thinking.