Hello.
Here I am setting up my first Blog. My first reaction is "how do I define myself here?" Next reaction: paralysis. Good start, eh? S.
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pancakes
Clematis
I like to put the bleach in real slow.
Laundry notification! Click below to fluff dry.
Small Pieces
It depends on whether or not you're wrong
It depends on whether or not you want to know
After all the visitors have gone
Standing by the picture window
Throwing stones
It's all broken into small pieces
They've all fallen on the ground
I'm so sorry
Sweet Jesus
How can you carry your burden around?
How will I remember when you're gone?
How'm I s'posed to wake up when that morning comes?
After all the memories have passed
Running out like water
From a broken glass
It's all broken into small pieces.
Where you going?
I've been standing here waiting for you to come
I've been calling
Can't you hear me
From where in the world you are
Where in the world you are?
It's all broken into small pieces.
It depends on whether or not you want to know
After all the visitors have gone
Standing by the picture window
Throwing stones
It's all broken into small pieces
They've all fallen on the ground
I'm so sorry
Sweet Jesus
How can you carry your burden around?
How will I remember when you're gone?
How'm I s'posed to wake up when that morning comes?
After all the memories have passed
Running out like water
From a broken glass
It's all broken into small pieces.
Where you going?
I've been standing here waiting for you to come
I've been calling
Can't you hear me
From where in the world you are
Where in the world you are?
It's all broken into small pieces.
The Caitlin Sarah Song
My little girl is Caitlin Sarah
She's as wholesome as aloe vera
She's so sweet that I can't bear her
Caitlin Sarah
Caitlin Sarah
Caitlin Sarah, she's the most.
She's as sweet as jam on toast
Life's a party
She's the host
Caitlin Sarah
Caitlin Sarah
She's as wholesome as aloe vera
She's so sweet that I can't bear her
Caitlin Sarah
Caitlin Sarah
Caitlin Sarah, she's the most.
She's as sweet as jam on toast
Life's a party
She's the host
Caitlin Sarah
Caitlin Sarah
Spiritual Laundromat
There are cars going by
Some are waiting in line
They can make you change if you like
Some may even change your mind
Put the starch in your suit
Put detergent on your spot
While your stain is removed
You'll be losing your sock
I will wash my clothes in a river of foam
I will rinse my duds of the grass and the blood
I will close my eyes as they fluff me dry
Down at the laundromat
The spiritual laundromat
See the clothes going 'round
Hear the rain coming down
There's an old lady with bright pink stirrup slacks who says
Something strange been going down
They wash your clothes in a river of foam
Rinse your duds of the grass and the blood
They clothes your eyes as they fluff you dry
I like it when the fluff me dry like that
Down at the laundromat
The spiritual laundromat
I like to put the bleach in real slow
I don't want to mess up your clothes
You get the brightest whites you've ever seen
Look at me baby, I'm Mister Clean!
Some are waiting in line
They can make you change if you like
Some may even change your mind
Put the starch in your suit
Put detergent on your spot
While your stain is removed
You'll be losing your sock
I will wash my clothes in a river of foam
I will rinse my duds of the grass and the blood
I will close my eyes as they fluff me dry
Down at the laundromat
The spiritual laundromat
See the clothes going 'round
Hear the rain coming down
There's an old lady with bright pink stirrup slacks who says
Something strange been going down
They wash your clothes in a river of foam
Rinse your duds of the grass and the blood
They clothes your eyes as they fluff you dry
I like it when the fluff me dry like that
Down at the laundromat
The spiritual laundromat
I like to put the bleach in real slow
I don't want to mess up your clothes
You get the brightest whites you've ever seen
Look at me baby, I'm Mister Clean!
Cookin!
pancakes
Rinse, repeat.
Repeat.
The Garden
Clematis
1 comment:
*nods* Good start, indeed!
...especially when you consider that our blog-start was a terminal illness -- a rather difficult and oxymoronic beginning.
The blog-middle seems negatively impacted by good health, as blog content becomes more nebulously defined *shrugs*
One would think that might make the blog-end a bit less oxymoronic, but from what we read of others' blogs, that's not necessarily the case...
Ahhhh, blogs are just like life, nicht? *thwaps self*
*trusts that the paralysis is temporary*
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