Return from the Dead.

Alright today I'm feeling a little bit better. At least well enough to use a keyboard. Might even go to work later. I'm pretty sure I would have died over these last couple days if it wasnt for these ladies:



Lauryn Hill - Mystery of Iniquity (P.S. sound familiar?)




Amy Winehouse - In My Bed (Again, sound familiar?)




Lily Allen - 22




Nelly Furtado - Wait for You

anddddd, the lady(s) that brought me my get-well-soon kit :)

Some words of wisdom:
The winter was coming and all the birds needed to fly south before it got too cold. There was one bird that was having so much fun that he decided to put it off. After it started getting really chilly, the bird started to fly south. Alas, it was too late and too cold and it's wings started to freeze up so it eventually crashed.

As the bird laid there waiting it's impending death, a cow came over and shit on it. The bird was so pissed off that it couldn't even die without such an insult.

But the shit was warm and cozy and it started to thaw the bird out... the bird lived. The bird was so happy that it started singing as loud and as proud as it could.

A cat heard the bird singing and came over and took the bird out of the shit then cleaned it up.

After the bird was clean, the cat ate the bird.

The Moral:

Just because someone shits on you, doesn't mean they're not your friend.
Just because someone gets you out of shit, doesn't mean they are your friend.
And when you're warm, safe and happy, shut the fuck up and enjoy it.