Dear God, My last cigarette felt like a mistake. How come you can’t help me quit? You act like I’m your brother but you treat me like a slave.
dear god, we made it back in to our apartment, alive. you truly move in mysterious ways. So why “hokus pokus” me this love seat in a two setter for as a moving in present? Wave the wand. Life is what happens while your busy looking for a place to sit down.
dear god, has there ever been a better song written about a car?
Dear god, is it time to start calling messi messia (pronounced mes-sigh-a)? and also, dont you think the gengrafecation of the internet is worse then brooklyn, san fran, or detroit? And this means i had a light bulb moment twice today, which ive got to say, if were keeping score, has got you beat.
dear god, this is why i had my birthday upstate instead of brooklyn.
plus we are having a flash flood warning.
Dear god would it really be a good thing if we started talking like we were in the movies?
"come on, put your back into it"
"ay aye captain"
"were so close i can almost taste it"
later while a man chases a child
"i always said he would leave me for another woman"
"this house is like the end of the world"
ps, happy birthday ken russel. i still dont know if your movies are good or bad and honestly i dont care.