When a door closes...

If I had a Post-it® in my hand and facepalmed... well I couldn't see.

though a pair of them on the temples of my glasses make great blinders.
It comes in handy when you don't want people to talk to you but want them to know what you have to say.

But they are good as blinkers too.
 
I do not like the video... (but I like the song)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3b6sYhdqKqA

You got my heart on a string
You want me back again and you know I’ll do anything
Just when I thought I was free
Knock knock the door is locked but you still got a key
All too familiar the moment it shows up
Now everything I know says to fly

My oh my you're getting under my skin
Don’t know why I’m always letting you in
Just when I got my life together again
Here you are standing there tell me why I should try
My oh my … my oh my … my oh my … my oh my

You got me under a spell
You look like heaven but oh you put me through hell
God knows there’s nothing to gain
Oh Who am I to deny we’re both playin’ the same game
All too familiar the moment it blows up
Now everything I know says to fly

My oh my you're getting under my skin
Don’t know why I’m always letting you in
Just when I got my life together again
Here you are standing there tell me why I should try
My oh my … my oh my … my oh my … my oh my

And I know that you’re no good for me
And it makes no sense at all
Still I keep coming back for more
Cause I’m addicted to your call

I know you ain't no good for me
And all the lies and the lines you fed to me
The way you kept coming back for me
Like the last breath left of the air I need
I know you ain't no good for me
And all the lies and the lines you fed to me
The way you kept coming back for me
Like the last breathe left of the air I need

My oh my you're getting under my skin
Don’t know why I’m always letting you in
Just when I got my life together again
Here you are standing there tell me why I should try

My oh my … my oh my … my oh my … my oh my
My oh my … my oh my … my oh my … my oh my
My oh my

I know you ain't no good for me
And all the lies and the lines you fed to me



My Oh My Lyrics
Tristan Prettyman
 
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Sadly, my friend, life is kinetic. Mush as one wishes it were static, we need to accept that perhaps it is not such a bad thing after all.

(heehee you typed "mush")

Yes, it is. I enjoy the kinetics... I need to get my body in motion. Yet it tends to stay at rest.:rolleyes:
 
(heehee you typed "mush")

Yes, it is. I enjoy the kinetics... I need to get my body in motion. Yet it tends to stay at rest.:rolleyes:

Yeah, yeah, I made a typo. :p:p:p Does laughing at me count as 'motion'? Oh, wait! Jacking the sack would count as motion, right?


(Or is that the other thread?)
 
Yeah, yeah, I made a typo. :p:p:p Does laughing at me count as 'motion'? Oh, wait! Jacking the sack would count as motion, right?


(Or is that the other thread?)

Not laughing at you, just the typo. Me and typos are as one.

Jacking the sack is more like molecular motion in the "big picture". If that were to stop, I'd be dead.
 
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