So I realize ...
I write bad poetry ... really bad poetry
When I sing I sound like four and a half pigs being tortured in an iron maiden ... filled with hot oil ... and an amplifier
I am tone deaf
and I usually have too severely affected a throat to hum clearly
If I were in a choir ... I'd sing falsetto (talk about short lived carriers)
... ah well, such is life...
I also can't get myself to sleep ...
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3 comments:
well then your only choice is to enter american idol.
Can't sleep huh? I've heard a theory on that.
@opamp ... That was actually funny!! When was the last time we shared a laugh! :)
@Raw-heat ... goodness! my blog just became a better place, not to forget mentioning 90 degrees hotter now that you're here.
~sizzle~
:P
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