| That headline alone explains what is wrong with our country and where our priorities are. Not even the fact that he is getting paid that much, but the fact that they have enough money to pay him. It is ridiculous and sickens me! |
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| Okay so Maybe I am just old school, but I think facebook is stupid and more pointess than any other online community thing! Sorry, just needed to say that. So quick story, the other morning I was own my way to work and stopped at the gas station to get some coffee. As the guy is ringing me up at the register, I could hear the radio that he had on, and the guy on the radio procededs say these words, "For those of you in Maine, the global warming march supposed to be held this morning is cancelled because of cold weather." I find that statement to be very ironic....lol....maybe it's just me but I got little laugh out of it. Nothing against global warming activists, I just found that statement funny, especially since the radio announcer was making a serious announcement and it wasn't even a joke (at least to my knowledge). Well that's all I got! PEACE! (Music reccomendation - JOY IN TOMORROW - Check them out at www.purevolume.com/joyintomorrow they are a pretty awesome real new band. You also get there EP on Itunes!) |
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| Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can u see what I see
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| But when it's quiet
Does she hear me?
Jettisoned to the center of the storm
And I'm thinking I'd prefer not to be rescued
And Oh, I can feel her
She's dying just to keep me cold
And I'm finally numb
So please don't get me rescued
Rescued
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| The twilight turns to day
with all Your love displayed
The stars they bowe in awe
when the lost return to you
I'm wondering... Is anybody out there
who's cold and incomplete inside?
I can hear Him calling
come and follow me, my child Draws up my heart deep from the well
deep from the well
I know He's finding
every lost and broken dream Is anybody out there
who's cold and incomplete inside?
I can hear Him calling
come and follow me, my child |
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