aaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllll better

[mynewplace]

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Gyro
Hummus
Stuffed grape leaves with feta
Diet Coke

much with the happiness and smileage. 

I'll probably have a wave of peace hit me here in about a minute - food has been my drug this past week. I'm getting a rush of relaxation after certain foods just like I get with codeine. so bring it on, bruddah  

Okay everybody, start humming "Gentle On My Mind".....

Now read: 

It's knowin' that your door is always open

And your path is free to walk

That makes me keep my robe a lyin'

stretched across the bottom of your bed

Comments

[padiwack.livejournal.com]

Yum, greek food!!

I am so humming this song... years ago I had a wicked crush on Glen Campbell!

[sapphirescarlet.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I get an idea in my head, and can't get it out until the deed is done. New lyrics are so much fun:

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to keep my robe a lyin’
stretched across the bottom of your bed
And it's knowing we’re not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps me in the backroads
By the rivers of your mem'ry
And keeps me ever gentle on your mind

It's not clinging to the morning glories
Planted ‘neath your stairs now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because you know we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some hall way here and find
That you are moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
And for hours we’re just gentle on my mind

Though the file rooms and the fax lines
And the stairways and coworkers come between us
And some other woman’s crying to her mother
Then you turned and she was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the alcohol might burn you 'til you’re blind
But not to where you cannot see me walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on your mind

I dip up your spaghetti sauce
And fix a couple meatballs on your plate
Your beard a roughning coal pile and
Your hair pulled loose and curled around your face
Your cupped hands 'round my fat cheeks
Will pull me to your breast and then you'll find
That while you wander down those backroads
By the rivers of your mem'ry
I’ll be waitin’ ever gentle on your mind