this pretty much sums it up: Regular exposure to insecticide has caused me to break out in hives. I'm losing weight. I cannot wait till Saturday... cuz on Saturday, my tax deductions make me function like a blue collar... white collar...? ...I don't know -so I gotta hollar "Oh! Oh Goddamnit! I think I've lost it! Oh God! Goddamnit, I think I've lost you! Anti-oxidants have got me causing accidents because my wine is spiked with pomegranite. If you've got just one, then slam it. Shot down -it's just such a shame. I bet you feel no pain. Mercy! Expect a rivalry. Shot down -it's just such a shame. I'm losing at this game. No fair! Why don't you seem to care. Lack of consequence has got me making decisions based upon truth or dare decision making. No faking. I end up taking karate. She's naughty... I call shotty! My body will never live up to these expectations... I still make invitations. Oh! Oh Goddamnit. I think I've lost it and I think that I've lost you.