Sunday 13 January 2013

Beth Hart and solids



So this has been quite a week around Casa De Kursack.  Or however you would say that in Spanish.  I’ve managed to get emotionally and physically drained and thanks to a raging bout of the stomach flu I’ve lost 12 lbs.  Thanks to whoever shoved my toothbrush up their ass.  After getting a new toothbrush I’ve managed to thus far have a great weekend and feel almost (ish) normal again.  I had one of my perfect mornings starting with the sound of rain, tea and a biography. 

I almost don’t have much to talk about today.  I look forward to trying more solid foods and getting back to real life again this week.  Last week was a right off but I guess here and there we all have them.  Nothing is really a waste but maybe a pause to realize what we have and what we are shifting to focus on. 

Basement Girl went to church (for real) so I’ve managed to blast some tunes to bring be back to where I want to be today.  I think if I could tell anyone who to listen to it would be Beth Hart.  Some Sunday’s when I need a kick in the ass I listen to her and feel like I can either punch someone in the face (in a good way) or do almost anything.  She is the best singer you have never heard of.  Fun Fact about her, apparently the band Metric covers one of her songs.  Suck those balls.  So I will leave you with one that I love.  The lyrics...well are very...me. 


Lyrics for you lazy bastards who don't listen to the song.

Wish me luck give me somethin'
Help me out and I'll go there
Wish me luck give me somethin'
Help me out and I'll go there

All I want is a brand new truck
With one eyed jacks and beginners luck
The doctors script for the perfect drug
Get it all while I can

But I got no money and I got no man
I drive around in a beat up van
I ride on coffee and percodan
Get it all while I can, get it all while I can

Is that too much to ask?
Is that too much to ask?
Is that too much to ask?
Is that too much to ask?
Come on now

So people tell me to clean up my mess
Like I was sweet sixteen in a dirty dress
But I'm wiser now so I must confess
That I get it all while I can, yeah
I get it all while I can

Is that too much to ask?
Is that too much to ask?
Somebody told me
Is that too much to ask?
Is that too much to ask?
Just make it real and make it last

Someday maybe I'll understand
This crazy old life is in my hands
Someday maybe I'll figure it out
Somebody help me anybody tell me

Wish me luck give me somethin'
Help me out and I'll go there
Wish me luck give me somethin'
Make it real and make it last

[Incomprehensible]

Is that too much to ask?
Is that too much to ask?
Somebody told me
Is that too much to ask?
Is that too much to ask?
Just make it real and make it last

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