If It Be Your Will

I gave up on trying to post original material for today to post some song lyrics.

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will

If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will




I just love the beauty of the music. Cohen is a real poet. I love his lyrics.

Not much else to say. I hope you enjoyed

Red, Red Wine

I got to hang out with a good friend of mine after work. She was in from the east coast on official "Shiny Red Spot" business. I adore her to bits.

We caught up on each other's lives. I let her in on my crazy dating exploits.She told me about working with her church's youth group. There was bottomless house wine for $10, select varieties went for $20 . I had the house red. She chose vodka tonic and a dirty martini. Happy hour is awesome

Wine, unlike any other liquor or spirit, makes me feel happiest of all. And sleepy.

Good night.

Observation for the Day

Target Corporate employs a lot of hot totties!

I notice them out in the skyway, I know a couple of them... yeah.

We bank people need to up our game.

I don't have anything deep or reminiscent to say today.

Wired for crazy!

I feel like there is a point in upbringing, a parent shows by lesson or example how to socialize.

I notice parents who say to their kids, when they are being bashful, "You're not shy, go say hi!"

I was the quiet little kid who was called Harpo, for my mess of curly blond/red locks. It was fun when I was just a tyke, my older females cousins used to chase me around and I would run and giggle. I thought that's what life was going to be like.


It isn't that easy.

I'm Crawling Out of My Skin

Today at work I felt like I didn't want to be there at all. I shouldn't take it for granted that I have a job. The work flow of desk has slowed down considerably, but I just did not care to seek any additional tasks. I did not care.

I've been given an extra project that I'm frustrated with, and almost seems like a waste of time. Some aspects of my job seems beyond me at times, because I'm still learning. A coworker tried to explain something to me, and I kept asking the same questions. I sort of felt like that episode of The Simpsons "Hello Mr. Thompson!"

My old job was old hat, I learned it in less than 6 months. Simple, yet I was an authority on the subject of what I did. I had answers, and I felt power in that. I resolved issues, and solved "puzzles" all the time. It was all a little game. Give me more!

I'm not sure if it was chemical imbalance from the food I ate or lack thereof ( I missed breakfast, I had a super salty pretzel for lunch), lack of sleep, or both. Today, my legs and hands were restless. My desk was my instrument.

I really want a drum kit in front of me to bang my frustrations out, explore my emotion and CREATE!

There's a rhythm in my head... It's in 3/4 time. I'm rocking it. As it enters my head, I enter a daydream....

Won't You Please Come Home?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBFCQ6ZEg3c&feature=related

I've had the song "Sawdust Man" by Ben Kweller stuck in my head.

It's a catchy tune.

It Feels Like Spring

You know in the movie Bambi, where all of the animals are grown up and it's spring time? They all find girlfriends. Even Flower, and I thought he was gay.

I want to hump someone like a jackrabbit.

Kidding...

I really want to feel "twitterpated" for someone, and likewise they feel the same for me.That's what I really want. Then humping will happen, eventually.




--Oh, hi! I forgot introductions! My name is Justin. This is my new blog.

I can't say what you can expect. I have a scattered train of thought. Typing only helps me organize it in sentences and paragraphs. I will blog my life, my dreams, and some things I might think are super funny (at the time).

I have nothing in particular to say, but I still want to reach out to... Someone.