Friday, August 20, 2004
It Doesn't Get Better Than ThisI come to your door Climb up your stairs Crawl into your bed With a kiss I thank God for The answers to my prayers It doesn't get better than this You fell from the blue Soft like a star Looked up and I whispered a wish The next think I knew darling There you are It doesn't get better than this Yeah it doesn't get better than this I'm letting go of old ghosts That came close but they missed And what might have been Can't begin to compare to what is It doesn't get better than this The moon's on the run The sun's catching up In my dreams, we're older with kids I'm thinking someone Wished me the best of luck It doesn't get better than this Doesn't get better than this --John Eddie from the album Who the Hell is John Eddie? 11:50:48 PM  Go ahead, make my day [] trackback []
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The Horror, The HorrorSo I'm relaxing on the deck at Jenk's Inlet, just soaking up some rays and enjoying a Foster's Oil Can when I see it out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly, it comes into sharp piercing focus. The horror! MADE IN CANADA. WTF is "made in Canada" doing on my friggin' Fosters? Now, I've got nothing against Canadian beer. Every once in a while I'll throw back a Molson or LaBatt's. But Fosters is supposed to be Australian for Beer Mate! Brewed under license eh? It just left a sour taste in my stomach. Or maybe it was that sushi I had earlier. I couldn't find a red, white and blue doo-rag. What the hell's the boardwalk coming to? File under La Vida Loca. 11:38:08 PM Go ahead, make my day [] trackback []
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