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Last meme of the year. Hey, if I make it back from work alive tonight, I just might post my Resolutions post before midnight. 

1) Put your music player on shuffle.
2) For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3) Write down the name of the song, no matter how silly it sounds.
4)Put any comments in brackets after the song name.

If someone says “Is this OK”, you say? In the Hollow of Thy Hand, Sugarland Run
How would you describe yourself? Midnight Clear, Trans-siberian Orchestra
What do you like in a guy? Girl America, Mat Kearney [Does this make me gay?]
How do you feel today? Your Body is a Wonderland, John Mayer [why yes, I am a bit horny ]
What is your life’s purpose? Jealous of the Moon, Nickel Creek
What is your motto? Somebody Else’s Moon, Collin Raye [what is this moon obsession?]
What do your friends think of you? Summer Sun, Kirby Heyborne
What do you think of your parents? Bitter End, Dixie Chicks
What do you think about most often? this, Kirby Heyborne
What do you think of your best friend? Remember When it Rained, John Groban
What do you think of the person you like? Trying to Love You, Trisha Yearwood
What is your life story? Waiting on the World to Change, John Mayer
What do you want to be when you grow up? What Child is This, Third Day
What do you think of when you see a person you like? I Hope, Dixie Chicks [dude, it looks like I am cheating. lol]
What will you dance to at your wedding? Don’t Blink, Kenny Chesney
What will they play at your funeral? Waters Gone By, Shawn Lewis
What is your biggest fear? I Don’t Trust Myself (With Loving You), John Mayer
What is your biggest secret? Tied Together With a Smile, Taylor Swift
What do you think of your friends? Bold As Love, John Mayer
What will you post this as? Tired, Kirby Heyborne

It’s a little scary how accurate this damn thing is, huh? 

Tied Together With a Smile is one of my very favorite songs, and in a way, it is my secret, except it’s not much of a secret. I try to be that strong one, but the smile doesn’t usually tie me together very well.

Seems the only one who doesn’t see your beauty
Is the face in the mirror
Looking back at you

  You walk around here thinking you’re not pretty
But that’s not true,
Cause I know you…

Hold on,
Baby, you’re losing it
The water’s high, you’re jumping into it
And letting go…
And no one knows

That you cry, but you don’t tell anyone
That you might not be the golden one
And you’re tied together with a smile
But you’re coming undone

I guess it’s true that love was all you wanted
Cause you’re
Giving it away like it’s extra change
Hoping it will end up in his pocket

But he leaves you out like a penny in the rain
Oh, cause it’s not his price to pay

Its Not his price to pay…

Hold on,
Baby, you’re losing it
The water’s high, you’re jumping into it
And letting go…
And no one knows
That you cry, but you don’t tell anyone
That you might not be the golden one

And you’re tied together with a smile
But you’re coming undone
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

Hold on,
Baby, you’re losing it
The water’s high, you’re jumping into it
And letting go…
And no one knows

That you cry, but you don’t tell anyone
That you might not be the golden one

You’re tied together with a smile
But you’re coming undone…
Oh, oh, oh, oh

You’re tied together with a smile
But you’re coming undone…
Oh, oh, oh

Goodbye, baby
With a smile, baby, baby

Oh, oh

 

To Stress or Not to Stress?

Life really does get in the way of blogging, at least when you are as deliciously lazy as I am. When blogworthy things are happening, I am far too busy to actually blog them. That would make entirely too much sense. 

I find myself currently in the midst of an existential crisis, most notably existential because I am not sure if it is even occurring, or if I am just being an insufferable ninny. Probably the latter. 

Everything is going swimmingly. I’m beyond happy at work, succeeding for the first time in a little while. My confidence is definitely back. I’m reminded that doing well in (reasonably) less than favorable circumstances is my specialty and that I can have full control of a kitchen without being unpleasant about it. 

It is an amazing confidence boost to find that people actually like working with me. Not all of them, mind you. I’m not that nice. 

I couldn’t be happier relationship wise. Current connections are strengthening and new ones are being built, and I continued to be surprised at almost every turn. I might turn out to be a fully formed person someday!

Maybe this existential crisis just needed to be written out of my system. I miss the rhythmic pounding of keys and of iambic meter, carefully measured and artfully disrupted. The sentences that aren’t really. The turns of phrase that are trite, but still leave a warm feeling in that center of my brain that is all too pleased with itself. 

Maybe it’s time to pause from the reading, put down the books, and start working on my own.

Nah. 

Too lazy.

Too Tired

  … for a real post, so here’s some Kenny Chesney:

There’s a spirit of a storm in my soul 
A restlessness that I can’t seem to tame 
Thunder and lightning follow everywhere I go 
There’s a spirit of a storm in my soul. 

There’s a hurricane that’s raging through my blood 
I can’t find a way to calm the sea 
Maybe I’ll find someday the waters aren’t so rushed 
Right now they’ve got the best of me 
And oh, it’s been a long, long time 
Since I had real peace of mind 
So I’m just going to sit right here 
In this old chair till this storm rolls by. 

Oh, maybe it’s just the way I am 
Maybe I won’t ever change 
So I’m just going to sit right here 
In this old chair and just soak up the rain. 

There’s a spirit of a storm in my soul 
Every time I think it’s gone away 
Dark clouds gather, that old wind begins to blow 
The sun’s going to shine someday I hope 

There’s a spirit of a storm in my soul, in my soul.