I don’t know what I’m doing here but it’s much better than the other alternative. I need a rock to rundown upon, I need a softer place to fall. I don’t know if I’ll ever find it but I know that it’s nice to have hope in this crazy jazzy, snazzy world. It really ain't half bad when the kettle hits the fan, when the pawn hits the land, on fiona’s apple you can depend, I guess I’m not making sense, but I need to iron out the kinks, cue music: “should I stay or should I go?” It doesnt matter cuz what is fun "The Shareef don't like it, Rockin' the Casbah, Rock The Casbah"--The Clash. Look on the brighter side of life and when the shit hits the fan, listen to Dookie,

"Don't get lonely now, Dry your whining eyes, I'm just roaming for the moment sleazing my back yard so don't get so uptight, you been thinking about ditching me,

No time to search the world around, 'cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around"---Green Day

Come around as you are