just because you can, doesn't mean you should.
shoulda, coulda, woulda,
i miss you when you're away.
i wish i had a piece of you to remind me of you.
like a thumb.
or a heart.
nothing says i love you like a vital organ.
take another little piece of my heart, i’m trying not to eat that much chocolate anymore.
we can only find peace and quiet if you stop screaming at me.
i’m not sure we can ever have world peace. some people are just hot wired to start a war, even if it’s a war for peace.
i would go to war for a piece of the pie.
try not to fall to pieces, i don’t want to have to sweep up the mess. i’m no domestic diva.
i guess you don’t really fall to pieces. the best you can hope for is breaking into pieces if you fall hard enough.
enough of this foolishness.
enough is enough, which really means it isn’t too much, it’s simply enough.
most people don’t know what too much is.
too much is not good enough for some people.
most people know when there’s too much of a good thing, only when it becomes a bad thing.
if it becomes a bad thing, was it ever really a good thing?
or is that just all in our imaginations.
i wish i could walk around with a signed note from my elementary school teachers saying they never taught me grammar and spelling.
it’s all fine and good to try to teach kids organically and let them figure shit out on their own, but then when they are adults, they shouldn’t be held accountable.
i never won a spelling bee, but i did kick stacy’s ass in 5th grade.
give a little, take a little.
i wish my life was a musical. sometimes what i feel can only be expressed in song.
and if you can’t hold a tune, you will be fired from the show.
i have standards.
even if they are low.
it would really make my morning commute less crowded, and a lot more peaceful.
peace is in the eye of the beholder.
much like beer.
although the author of this blog does not recommend putting beer in your eye, and will not be held responsible for any stupidity that anybody around her might possess.
this week in jenna theatre, jenna is at a popular bookstore buying a book. at the checkout she encounters a clerk with an interesting sales tactic.
clerk – are you a *bookstore* member? you can save 10% today.
jenna – oh, no thank you.
clerk – total is $40.95
jenna – woa, wait, why is that so much?
clerk – it’s the membership.
jenna – but, i didn’t want it.
clerk – but you SAVE 10% today and every day after!
jenna – i’m good.
clerk – (getting angry) you buy books right?
jenna – yes, but not always here.
clerk – well, would you say you buy more than five books a year here?
jenna – i’m running late, i don’t want the membership, how much for my book?
clerk – well, i already charged you for the membership and i can’t undo it.
jenna – are you serious.
clerk – i have to call a manager. are you sure you don’t just want it?
jenna – i don’t want it, and if i did want it, i certainly wouldn’t buy it from you.
clerk – fine. your total is $14.95.
jenna – thank you…by the way, that was pretty ballsy. nice.
clerk – (laughing) i had to try.
jenna – for sure. does it actually work?
clerk – sometimes (hands jenna her bag) have a good day!
jenna – you too, good luck.
it’s all in how the pieces fall.
As the wise man, jimmy buffett says, “if we weren’t all crazy, we would go insane.”