The Line - BRMC

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Title: B.R.M.C. (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) - The Line lyrics

I am the line, I hold you near,
There is no burden left to bear, I can see clear,
You're in suspension, you know no love,
There is no story left to tell, You have no wisdom to pass on,
I am the soul of absolution, No man can hurt his own illusion,
My hands are crippled from the pain, You are the splinter in my vein,
You put your head between your hands, and understand, Nothing it is,
I feel the answers keep you scared, I've put the harm inside myself.

I am the line, I hold you near,
There is no burden left to bear, I can see clear,
I am perfected, I know no void,
I have no conscience to keep clear, I understand there's nothing more,
You try to kid yourself with questions, Pleading in time for some correction,
I found you tied onto the cross, with judgement on your every thought,
You know my words all mean the same, you've buried here to isolate,
And in this prison in your mind, Well you were born without a spine.

When did you stop caring?
When did you stop caring?
Where did you stop caring?
Where did you stop caring?

All along,
I've been waiting on the open invitation,
Your silence shown me no relation,
In the rising calm,
Don't you feel alone,
I'll be standing with your sorrow,
Oh he's left me's gone away tomorow,
And we maynever be here again,
We may never be here again.

Pull me up on either side,
Don't leave me standing alone in the light,
Pull me up on either side,
Don't leave me standing alone in the light.

All along,
I've been waiting on the open invitation,
Your silence shown me no relation,
In the rising calm,
Don't you feel alone,
I'll be standing with your sorrow,
Oh he's left me's gone away tomorow,
And we maynever be here again,
We may never be here again.

I did lose, so back off!

A long time ago (last year) I got a subscription to Campaigns & Elections (C&E) magazine for kicks. Once the subscription was up I didn't renew seeing I moved onto Fortune & Foreign Policy - really, I need to limit my reading to 2 hrs/day.

Well I just got an email from C&E with this note:

According to our records, you may not be receiving Campaigns & Elections' Politics magazine anymore. If you've lost your campaign and changed your name to protect your reputation, that is understandable. Otherwise, we want you back.

I want to call them and say, "Why yes, I did lose and YES I want to save my rep!!" Really curious as to how they would handle that call, a call that they brought on. Hrm...

Drool Worthy

Reading the title you may think I'm doing a post on the hottie down the hall (okay, my memory stinks so I have perhaps have a "hottie" make believe image stored in my head and thusly will make it ever difficult for me to actually recognize him in the lobby from here on out).... but with that said - nope this is about what's happening outside of my window right now.

I don't like to think of myself in need for AA - and trust me - I'm not. But hot damn, there are at least 150 cases of domestic beer hanging out within my vision. As in the line of vision I have while trying to work from home. If anything is considered a tease - this is it. To top it off, it's BEAUTIFUL out. As in, the perfect day to crack open a brewskie while sitting on the porch and watch the day pass by. It is probably good that my work does require me to be on the phone nonstop from 9 am - 6pm or else I would meeting my craving right now. Though, if I would handle both at once I could only imagine my next phone call going something like this....

Me: "PSC schpeaking...who's may I help yous?!"
Pro: "Yes, I'm calling about the BIBSTAFF1 - would be be to use this for....etc."
Me: "Whysch YES! Yous can show the kiddies how's itz done on thez wes side of the country!!" *yelling*
Pro: "Okay? Well, then I would like to make an appointment."
Me: "HRM....." *ruffling of papers* "BLEEECH!" *incoherent mumbling* "OK! Found it!!"
Pro: "Ma'am are you okay?
Me: "SHURZ!! What date?? Oops! I just dropped me beer!"
Pro: "I'll call back later." *snap of phone being slammed down*

I don't think my client would appreciate me handling the PSC that way, so I'll just look longingly at the stockpile and make the two guys who are unloading the truck feel uncomfortable with my staring!

Tis the Derby Season

While I have friends who are donning their cute sundresses, new sunhats and wedges all the while socializing with a nice line of cocktails, hors d'oeuvres and pretty horses I'll be here. And by here I mean by self, sitting in last years dress and hat drinking a Red Stripe while watching the fun times on the TeeVee.

While I love Minnesota - they don't get it. Nope. They don't. They don't see all that is wonderful in a good 'ol fashion derby, one where people are actually civilized and present their finest. Nah. We are a group of health freaks who'd rather jump in our canoe or jog around Lake of the Isles. I love both but seem to have a hard time finding a place that does both. What's wrong with gettin' down and dirty in the soil and then going and taking a shower and throwing on your Sunday best? I've never considered myself much of a southerner seeing my southern born girlfriends cringe half the time I open my mouth and respond to me with, "Only a Yankee would think that way!" (Yes, I'm a Yankee to them!) But then again they've trained me to like sweet tea, say "Ya'll" and squeel over a cute sunhat. My mother questions where the heck I came from seeing my taste is about 50 yrs too late. Needless to say, people have a hard time placing me and well, I do have a hard time finding that perfect fit.

So perhaps I'll just need to start a new trend. I'm sure there are plenty of misplaced southerners who are in MN - perhaps they would like a to join me in watching some fine bred horses run the race all the while enjoying a nice mint julep.

Though, while I look for them, I'm gonna try to find a hat just like this.....(but cheaper) Good lordy - $190!!!

Oh...poor Sec. Nappy!