Somebody Told Me...

...that I write endlessly! Well I cant help it cos writing long windedly is part of my sucky job. It really sucks so bad sometimes, yesterday I was so misserable after the boss decided that all my effort should go down the drain and I needed to re-do lots of crap, that I decided needed more than just dinner with Ruggy. I needed Retail Therapy!

So despite my budget I bought The Killers~ Hot Fuss!

Immediately shouting along to Mr Brightside made me feel a bit more relieved. And later that night as I lay on the bed holding on to Ruggy, I felt so much better. The daily problems of work were temporarily forgotten.

But this morning as I thought of all the dumbass-work that I would have to correct/perfect/produce I got misserable and decided I HAD TO LISTEN TO MY NEW CD!

As I was smiling all the way through, I had to sms Ruggy ~ The Killers CD like you is amazingly effective at improving my moods... In other words, You have competition for my affection. Lol Muax.

But I don't expect any reply, for various reasons...

When there's nowhere else to run

Is there room for one more son

One more son

If you can hold on

If you can hold on,

hold on I wanna stand up,

I wanna let go

You know, you know - no you don't, you don't

I wanna shine on in the hearts of men

I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand

Another head aches, another heart breaks

I am so much older than I can take

And my affection, well it comes and goes

I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Help me out

Yeah, you know you got to help me out

Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner

You know you got to help me out

And when there's nowhere else to run

Is there room for one more son

These changes ain't changing me

The cold-hearted boy I used to be

Yeah, you know you got to help me out

Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner

You know you got to help me out

You're gonna bring yourself down

Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down I got soul,

but I'm not a soldier

I got soul,

but I'm not a soldier...

Yeah, you know you got to help me out

Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner

You know you got to help me out

You're gonna bring yourself down

You're gonna bring yourself down

Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner

Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

Over and out, last call for sin

While everyone's lost, the battle is won

With all these things that I've done

All these things that I've done

If you can hold on

If you can hold on

The Killers ~ All The Things I've Done