I'll probably post a few more things today. I'm really irritated with this whole journalistic farce thing going on and I got a great update from ONE along with some links I wanted to put up and stuff... But first folks... I have been pretty frustrated lately, as you can tell from the posts. I don't know if I'm ready to go into details about the sources of my frustration. There comes a point in time when everyone has to let go and apparently I'm surrounded by those who find that very difficult. And I can't take responsibility for that anymore. I also think that people are so easily dismissed. Taken advantage of. Taken for granted. That all has to end too. So yesterday as I headed to the store to go grocery shopping, I dug through my glove box and found an old Matchbox Twenty cd that I hadn't listened to in ages. It was the only thing I felt like putting on so I threw it in. This song came on I'd forgotten was even on the cd. I could try to put my feelings into words but...I think I'll just let Rob Thomas and the boys do it for me.
Just three miles from the rest stop/she slammed on the brakes/She said, "I've tried to be, but I'm not/so could you please - collect your things/I don't want to be cold/I don't want to be cruel/but I've got to find more than what's happening with you/so if you could - open up the door/She said, "While you were sleeping/I was listening to the radio/and wondering what you're dreaming when/it came to mind that I didn't care/So I thought/hell, if it's over/then I had better end it quick/or I could lose my nerve/Are you listening? Can you hear me?Anybody listening?