If I ever leave this world alive
I’ll thank for all the things you did in my life
If I ever leave this world alive
I’ll come back down and sit beside your
feet tonight
Wherever I am you’ll always be
More than just a memory
If I ever leave this world alive
If I ever leave this world alive
I’ll take on all the sadness
That I left behind
If I ever leave this world alive
The madness that you feel will soon subside
So in a word don’t shed a tear
I’ll be here when it all gets weird
If I ever leave this world alive
So when in doubt just call my name
Just before you go insane
If I ever leave this world
Hey I may never leave this world
But if I ever leave this world alive
She says I’m okay; I’m alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right
She says I’m okay; I’m alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right
Yeah should be alright
I just worked a bitch of a day. I accepted a new job as managing editor of our college newspaper. What they didn’t tell me when I took it was we were behind almost an entire issue. . . I quarked out 8 pages of solid copy, concluding at 10:30 pm, and it’s taken me about an hour to crash, so I’m going the *fuck* to bed.
I’m assuming I have to be a student of the college to write for their silly paper…
Pity. I’ve read it, and appears half the staff is hardly literate.
Isn’t the definition of work: a pain in the ass that you only do to get that paycheck so you can live in a place that you can’t be in because you’re too busy working?!
Yup, I thought so.
Urgh, the Chinook. I wrote a letter to the editor last Fall about the campus crosswalks because I almost died one frosty November morning. Needless to say it got into the news and I have a copy on my fridge.
At least you have somewhat of a “time consumer” now right? School and school paper. At elast you don’t work at the GAP….need I say more?
Thanks for being nice to me about my issues. It’s good to know people do care sometimes, especially when I need them.
They let you write? Dude, you don’t know english.
Well, Vicar, here’s a thought. Take a class. Take PE or Basket Weaving or English lit or something. Just one. Then you can write for it. You aren’t half literate are you? I didn’t think so. . . no, the problem isn’t writing ability, its how fucking boring the school actually is. Not a lot of muck has made itself known to rake. I’d like to see you write a good hard news story about the new shuttle bus schedule. . .
There always seems to be a catch. Hope your new positon goes well. I am sure you will whip that paper into shape. If Stuart knew you were in charge of a paper, boy would he be pissed, lol.