I've literally called 10 people and not one of them has called me or texted me back. The only logical conclusion is that the rapture happened and I was not taken up in glory. Fine.
It's funny. I usually work on the weekends and get invited to do a few things, but when I am finally off, I not only get no invitations, but I don't even get call-backs. Fine.
The good news, however, is Copeland's new record is streaming on their MySpace and I've been listening to it all morning. The other good news is that I'm making a chicken salad and and I'm going to top it with a new ginger soy dressing I got last night. Divine.
So, to all of you who have not been raptured and are not calling me back, I'm afraid our friendship contract is forfeited, effective immediately.
As sure as the floor meets my toes
And somehow not surprised
That I was superimposed
Somehow in this life
And if my friends and my foes
Would just drop me a line
It'd be nice
You see love is a drink
That goes straight to my head
And time is a lover
And I'm caught in her stead
And the sentiment there
Follows me straight to my bed
Through the night
I've got my life in a suitcase
I'm ready to run away
I've gone no time
Because I'm always trying to run away
Cause every day in here
Feels like it's only a game
I got my life in a suitcase
What could be an anchor here
With a storm on the rise
You never mean to see so clear
When smoke gets in your eyes
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