Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Letter to Myself

STOP DRAGGING YOUR FEET AND GO TO COLLEGE.


THE END.

3 comments:

  1. I understand you're a crossroads in your life and need some guidance, so I sat down last night and wrote some t hings for you, and this is what turned out:


    Rhonda used to work on the docks
    Union's been on strike, she's down on her luck
    It's tough, so tough

    Tara works the diner all day
    Working for her man, she brings home her pay
    For love, mmm, for love

    She says we've got to hold on to what we've got
    It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
    We got each other and that's a lot
    For love we'll give it a shot!

    Oh, we're half way there
    Oh oh, livin' on a prayer
    Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
    Oh oh, livin' on a prayer

    Rhonda's got her six string in hock
    Now she's holding in what she used to make it talk
    So tough, mmm, it's tough

    Tara dreams of running away
    When she cries in the night, Rhonda whispers
    "Baby it's okay, someday"


    Feel better?

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  2. you seriously have no idea how much I hate Bon Jovi.

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