You ask me to explain
And I say I don’t know
You ask me what the future holds
And I say I don’t know
You ask me if I’m happy
And I say I don’t know
You ask me what I’m feeling
I simply don’t fucking know
You ask me to explain
And I say I don’t know
You ask me what the future holds
And I say I don’t know
You ask me if I’m happy
And I say I don’t know
You ask me what I’m feeling
I simply don’t fucking know
You may quietly exit the recesses of my brain now, thank you, having more than adequately described how I am feeling as my current day job comes to an end… I know I and my family will be all right, but there are those moments when “I just don’t know” creeps in.
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I’m in a perpetual state of ‘I don’t know’. Must have said it nearly 50 times over the last two days.
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*clink* another penny in the swear piggy
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I’m up to quarters at this point.
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When you reach bills you win
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What do I win?
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Bigger piggy
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Not much of a pork fan.
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Hmmm me either
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Yup. Not sure where else to go on this one. Pork tends to be a conversation killer.
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Ca-ching!
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It has slowed down since I started watching what I say. The piggy is going broke now and it is all your fault.
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We should hit you up for another vice then. What else you got besides cursing?
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Cupcakes, squirrels, shoes and I still look better than Chris is a skirt.
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Do we dare take aim at the legendary shoe collection?
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Leave my Jimmy Choo’s out of this
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You got it . . . what’s a Jimmy Choo?
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Shoes shoes shoes. Duh.
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You sleep on a bed made of shoes, don’t you?
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No. I don’t like the heels poking me.
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Makes sense. I’m sure we could fit you comfortably into a shoebox anyway. π
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Hey now.
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Sorry. Back to the heels . . . I got nothing. Never figured out how to walk in those things.
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It’s always good to be responsible for something. π
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If you can forgive me for saying this, you do sound like someone who’s been trying too hard to do too much lately (admittedly, I’ve gotten this idea from some of your other posts where you lament falling behind in your schedule). I’m a firm believer in “the harder you try, the harder it gets” when it comes to writing and blogging. As our bodies might let us know when we’re overdoing exercise by evoking pain, our brains might just shut down when it’s tired or feels overwhelmed or is just plain dull. I know mine works that way and all I can do is something different: get away from the computer and read a book, go for a walk, go to a movie, meet up with a friend. Sometimes that break is all you need. I do hope you feel better soon π
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Thanks. I’ll work on that.
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I second 1WriteWay – I think time to take a breather… What was it you were going to do with your toddler in times like these?? Lol.
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The heat killed most of our plans. We’ve gone outside a bit, but it’s brutal. He’s asleep on the couch, which means he’ll fight going to sleep.
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Well now, that just about sums it up doesn’t it. π
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I don’t know.
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I dunno either.
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