The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man

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Speak my point of view

I bought this yesterday for Thanksgiving. It's both really, really silly and for charity. I'm going to try to find this today. Don't worry, I'll get pictures and write a review of each flavor, assuming I survive. It'll be worth it just for the faces i make when I try the Smoked Salmon Paté Soda. It's not sane.

I've had Blind Melon's No Rain stuck in my head but I don't actually have the song anywhere. I think I've heard the song only once in its totality; that it is stuck in my head is awfully strange. Does anyone have it? I'd like to listen to it if I can. It may be the reason why I'm kind of sad today. It's a depressing song.

No Rain
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
And speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane

I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made

And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape


All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not's not sane

No Rain - ripped away
All I can say you know my life it's pretty plain
And all that I can do, is just pour some tea for two
And speak my point of view, but it's not sane
No it's not sane
It's not sane

And I don't understand why I sleep all God damn day
All that I do, is read a book to stay awake
It rips my life away
And it rips my life away
And it will rip your life away

Keeping to context of my life, my chosen relationship affairs and the way that I prefer to handle my relationships, I don't think everything can ever be perfect, perfect like I desire. I just don't see it as possible right now. A rosy conclusion may be occluded by my current mood.

Irrespective of mood, it's almost the cooking holiday. I made the inexorably TERRIBLE mistake of romping with Fox (suppose I should write about that) Sunday night rather than doing all the needed shopping. Subsequently I had to get groceries yesterday. This wouldn't have been too bad except that the green beans at the local grocer were pitiful. Thus I must go shopping AGAIN today which makes me very displeased. Boo shoppers. Grocery shopping had become a relaxing thing to do on a Sunday morning. During this season everyone is frantic. You can feel it when you walk into the stores. No one wants to take the time to do it properly. It's run run run run run and get everything and everything first and that's mine and you can't take the last anything because I want it more. This is no way to be.

Plus, guiding a shopping cart is a Sisyphean feat with one hand. I swear there's a federal law dictating shopping cart wheels to be not level, misaligned and one of them has to spin in little circles just to make you wonder if the inteligent design advocates are right. Truly, they are reason to believe the Strong force must exist - like the strength of my will - to keep shopping carts working.

I'm using a basket today.

P.S. Michael Gambon is no good.
Tags: holidays, introspection, lyrics, relationships, shopping
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