I see a bad moon rising

I see a bad moon rising, I see trouble on the way.

It's December 19th.. I have bronchitis and am getting laid off of work today. I get to go home for Christmas.. Home being a complete nightmare.

Merry Christmas to all. I feel like the Grinch.

Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like were in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.

I know things will work out.. they always do. It's just tough to be cheerful in times like this. I'm so indecisive.. have no clue what I want to do with my life, career, future. Should I stay in San Francisco.. should I run away from my problems like I always do? I want to roam and experience new people, places...

Sick and tired of being sick and tired

I've had some sort of illness off and on for the past three weeks.. I'm TIRED OF IT!!! ahhhhh!!

Funny SNL skit.. must see!

New Killers Album

One of my favorite songs from the Album. Going to see them on December 12 :D

The Dustland Fairytale beginning
With just another white trash county kiss in '61.
Long brown hair, and foolish eyes.
He'd look just like you'd want him to
Some kind of slick chrome American prince.

Blue Jean serenade
Moon river what'd you do to me.
I don't believe you.

Saw Cinderella in a party dress, she was looking for a nightgown.
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown.
I saw the minute that I turned away, I got my money on a pawn tonight.

Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire.
She said she always knew he'd come around.
And the decades disappear
Like sinking ships but we persevere.
God gives us hope but we still fear, we don't know.

Your mind is poisoned.
Castles in the sky, sit stranded, vandalized.
The drawbridge is closing.

Saw Cinderella in a party dress, she was looking for a nightgown.
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown.
I saw the ending where they turned the page, I threw my money and I ran away.
Straight to the valley of the great divide
Out where the dreams all hide.
Out where the wind don't blow,
Out where the good girls die.
And the sky moves slow
I hear the bird don't sing
I hear the field don't blow
I hear the bell don't ring
I hear the bell don't ring
Out here the good girls die
Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, it's such a bitter form of refuge.
Why don't you know the kingdoms under siege and everybody needs you
Is there still magic in the midnight sun, or did you leave it back in '61?
In the cadence of a young man's eyes.
Out where the dreams all hide