Got me irritated, feeling like I’ve been invaded.
Sugar how’d you get so cruel?
Sugar sugar how’d you get so cruel? Sugar sugar how’d you get so cruel?
Sugar sugar how’d you get so cruel? Sugar sugar how’d you get so cruel?
Could it be from all the bullies, who caged you at the school?
Laughing, picking, fighting every night to let you know that you ain’t right.
Or is it from the times, who took your folks out the house, and gave you all the books to figure out what it’s about?
Or maybe baby you go on just doing what you do, because you are a mirror and I do the cruel shit too.
- This mini ditty came out today on the long drive home. After deciding on a hurrication destination, Simba and I made reservations at De Soto State Park in Alabama to go camping for the next few nights while it rained in New Orleans. We packed the car and were on the road by sunrise. About a third of the way into the 6.5 hour drive my phone rang. It was the foreman. Asking me to “gather the team” for work on Thursday. It was a disappointing request for obvious reasons, and surprising because we work outside in a swamp at NASA, that had closed for the storm. Not 4 hours later did the foreman call back asking me to tell everyone that we are not working tomorrow.
- Still a great day. I don’t know why the car jingles all came out so dark. Made $23 in the stock market. That’s right. Your girl owns stock now. Nine of them (one of them was free and is stupid, the ones that I choose are awesome). I bought a new camera and running shoes online!!! Amazon is going to be my next stock…next week, I ate this paycheck up quick. Belly full but we hungry.
ALways ONE never ALONE 