| | ...just let the poor thing die already... I freakin' hate Hebrew. You know... ... it died for a reason. on the willows, there we hung up our lives for our captors there
required of us songs and our tormentor's mirth
So yea. I decided to try going back to the way I used to do my post, you know, when I did... like four a day and I'd just edit the original post from when I got up in the morning. Cause yea. I felt cool doing that. Got a job. It's about freakin' time there was more than just 20 dollars a week coming into the apartment. Stewie and Jensen won't get off their lazy bums and get jobs, so it's my job now. Boys, if they don't go to work, why keep them around?
on the willows, there we hung up our lives for our captors there
required of us songs and our tormentor's mirth
Rusty did make it back to school (I didn't tell you kids, but I was worried he wouldn't). Made me glad, then I realized he probably would have been happier in ways if he had stayed at Lincoln. Poor kid. Would have missed him though.
saying sing us one of the songs of Zion sing us one of the songs of Zion
but how can we sing? sing the Lord's songs? in a foreign land? I can't even imagine how you could sing a song of Zion... anywhere but there. Over, over, over... out. |
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