current state of mind: sleepy, not weepy
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run better run outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run better run faster than my bullet
~ ‘Pumped Up Kicks’ by Foster the People
This song is quite the motivator in the morning, even if it is filled with violent imagery, threats of mass murder, and a catchy pop tune. I read an interview of Foster the people and they said they were shocked by the popularity of this song due to its subject matter. I’m not surprised. That song by Third Eye Blind about crystal meth addiction did great, all because it was put to upbeat music. Blues Traveler said it best in the song ‘Hook’, “It doesn’t matter what I say as long as I sing with inflection . . . because the hook brings you back.” True story!
Lately, I have been burning the candle at both ends and it is running me a little ragged. I realize that I am always biting off more than I can chew, but it seems that as of late, I have almost found that needle in the haystack which contains the straw that will likely break the camel’s back. WTF?!?! I do not know why I find speaking in clichés so bloody funny, but I do. I really really do. My guess is that my dose of Adderall this morning is kicking in faster than usual giving me the overwhelming desire to start chatting. Unfortunately, the only ‘person’ I can chat with is Ebie and she really would prefer breakfast and a nap, I think. Like her momma, she loves her naps.
For those of you who haven’t received the bombardment of messages from Google, they changed their privacy policy and terms of service and they want you to read it. So please do, because when Google comes to collect your first born and a cookie from your home, you’ll want to know the reason why. Unlike the Apple agreements which were mocked irreverently in South Park, the Google ones are a little more clear and concise. Yay team!
I have to make this quick so I can head to work; but please know that I appreciate you for reading these silly blurbs of thought that I pour out into the very public and permanent venue known as the “interwebs”. Thanks, peeps!
On that note, I am off to see the wizard that pays my bills. If you have a topic request for any future posts, please don’t hesitate to contact me. You are a preferable conversation partner to the little black dog who only listens to me so she can get fed.
PERSONAL NOTE: Sorry you were jonesing for something to read. I hope this didn’t disappoint.
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: I love you!
