Musings, diatribes and dialogues from one of Chicago's quirkiest musical psychologists. This and that and rat-a-tat-tat.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Living On Borrowed Time, Without a Thought for Tomorrow.
Oh yes, it all seems so bloody easier. You know, like what to wear, very serious-like. Am I gonna get another pimple? Does he really love me? All that crap. But now I don't bother about that shit no more, I know he loves me. All I gotta bother about is standing up. Ooh da da da da da da da da, dee bob a bob a beep. Alright, you can get up now.--Paraphrased from John Lennon