Sunday, December 04, 2005

Forget the cake

Yes, well it is my birthday and here I am out whooping it up with all my friends.
Whoop.
Well, that was exhausting. I better get off to bed.

np: "Happy Birthday" - Concrete Blonde ... (and it goes a little something like this:)

well outside in the hall there's a cat fight
it's just after midnight.. I guess I'll be alright
laying out on the floor, drunk and poor
how much longer, how much more
well rock me to sleep... strong and deep
screaming cats they give me the creeps
but aside from all that I feel no pain
staring up at the ceiling stain

smoking out the window
feeling far away
news on the radio
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday