Lonely, I am so lonely. I have nobody of my own... Or something like that. Lyrics never were my strong suite. Well, its day two of living on my own. Only 8 more days until I can see some of my long lost family. It was different in college when I had to be home alone because I had a small room and not a lot of places to wander. Being in my big house I can just wander aimlessly from room to room wondering what to do next. My family should be happy, I've already done the dishes and the laundry out of pure boredom. I don't have any fantastic pictures from work today, sadly enough. And this post is becoming boring for me to even right so we'll end on Eli's favorite joke:
What did the man say as he saw smoke pouring out of the church window? Holy Smokes!!
Miss that kid. And the rest of the hooligans.
For you to even right.
ReplyDeleteHmmm.
Maybe lyrics aren't your only weakness.
:)
ugh. write! This is where I just go to bed and call it a day.
ReplyDeleteWhen I saw that there were 2 comments, I somehow knew that one of them would be Heather calling you on your mistake.
ReplyDeleteI was gonna point that out too, Heather.. but I figured you would beat me to it :)
ReplyDeleteI was gonna be nice and not say anything about her spelling... but yeah Em I hear ya! (as dad says) being alone is not as fun as one might think. Wandering is hard.
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