But there's one thing I know,
The blues he sends to meet me won't defeat me,
It won't be long til happiness steps up to greet me ..
Happy boxing day everyone. Go on, go and pick at yesterdays leftovers. Pick at them good.
I just checked my old email account, the one that I haven't used or checked in about 6 months. It's the one we all have, the one we made when we were 14 with an email address that was so hilarious or relevant at the time which you look back on now and want to kick your childhod self. Anyway, the account was full of junk. My favourite ones were "Did asbestos cause bladder cancer? You may receive compensation" and "Would you be a good lawyer?"
I would be a crap lawyer. When I'm under pressure, I say ridiculous shit and then try and dig my way out, only most of the time I lose momentum or interest and don't really stick to my guns anymore. Then later, after I've given it a little thought, I can formulate some pretty good rational arguments. But that still wouldn't be great for a lawyer, because by that time my client would probably be getting raped in the prison shower.
I've nothing else really to say today, because vegging out, eating food and watching telly doesn't really conjure up noteworthy stories. I can't really think of anything further.
I love my lady lumps.
What an awesome line. I imagine that's a pretty inspiring line for women everywhere.
