Archive for June, 2005

Let’’s see. I got in a accident, my cat ran away from home and I went bowling.

My pussycat, Mosby,

(named after the Civil War Col.) vanished on Saturday morning. There were no sprightly meows coming through my bedroom door reminding me that he was hungry again. After Monday came and went, I figured that someone had catnapped my fluffy companion. After all, he is about the sweetest cat I’ve ever known. But much to my glee and amazement, he showed up this morning. Wonder where the hell he was? All I can say is at least he’s back.

Also had a bit of a fender bender this weekend. Not too much damage to my car. I blame it all on bowling.

Still don’t have the music worked out for this one quite yet. Maybe tomorrow. I can hear it in my head, but not my heart or my fingers:

You’re afraid of

What might happen

If you stopped that talking

For a dime or two

I’m still searchin for a reason

All this evenin’

But I don’t think

I’ll spend it on you

How can one be so lonely

one more, one and only

And not give a damn

about being alone

I need to stop thinking

So I’ll just keep on drinkin’

n’ drive you

And the blues away

Bet you don’t have many regrets

That you can-not forget

When the glass finds the bottom

in the end of the day

How can you be so lonely

one more, one and only

And not give a damn

about being alone

there’s just no place

left to go

been from Baltimore to Buffalo

n’ they all feel more r’ less the same

so i’ll keep drinking n’ smoking

To keep from feeling,

so..broken

But tonight I feel ok

How can one be so lonely

one more, one and only

And not give a damn

about being alone

How can you be so lonely

one more, one and only

And not care about

being alone