This song always stops me in my tracks. I love it, it's beautiful.
The years rolled slowly past
And I found myself alone
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further from my home
And I guess I lost my way
There were oh so many roads
I was living to run and running to live
Never worryied about paying or even how much I owed
Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time
Breaking all of the rules that would bend
I began to find myself searching
Searching for shelter again and again
Against the wind
A little something against the wind
I found myself seeking shelter sgainst the wind
Well those drifter's days are past me now
I've got so much more to think about
Deadlines and commitments
What to leave in, what to leave out
Against the wind
I'm still runnin' against the wind
I'm older now but still runnin' against the wind
Well I'm older now and still runnin'
Against the wind
I wish the video quality was better...
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I have a list of what I would like to happen at my funeral. I think it's perfectly normal...if you grew up Catholic.
Of course the normal stuff would have to occur. All you people would have to come to a proper open casket viewing and say things like, "wow, she's never looked more peaceful" or "she was such an awesome lady" or "I wonder who did her makeup?" (Shan, you've now been in my blog twice.)
I would hope no one would do anything crazy like:
overturn the casket trying to jump in with me.
try to hold my hand when we've never held hands before (dead hands are cold, it's weird, it's creepy, I would never want you to feel uncomfortable.)
put some weird shit in the casket, like a Dwell magazine or something. I'm dead, I can't read and I wouldn't actually care about some lovely, minimalist home no one could ever live in. I'm in heaven. I would hope it's minimalist enough for my taste.
I would hope someone would:
make sure I don't have on panty hose or tights. those suck.
make sure my boobs look perky. (maybe I'd leave this to Jessica. She likes boobs since she thinks she's boob-less. little does she accept, she's lucky. I've told her.)
And finally, I would hope no one would get shit mixed up and play this version of my funeral song:
Monday, April 26, 2010
I've long searched for the perfect toothpaste. Not too foamy, not too gritty, not too not foamy.
My friend Shannon is a gum critic. She tries them all and knows about the new ones before they come out. I'm pretty sure she has a spy within Orbit or Trident or all of them.
I need a spy.
I can't even tell you how many tubes of toothpaste I keep half full in my home. I mean, I throw them out eventually, because you can't really sell them at a yard sale or anything. And toothpaste is a weird thing to give away. Maybe I'll start taking them to clothes swaps or something.
Anyway, I have a new absolute favorite. Are you ready? Did I keep you in suspense long enough? Can you even stand waiting to know what I use on my precious teeth?
drumroll, please. no? okay.
Crest 3D whitening is the newest winner. Man, my teeth feel clean and I'm pretty sure they are getting whiter with every brushing.
That's all I had to say. I totally created this blog specifically to tell you about my preference in toothpaste. I'm not even kidding.