Leftover Soup




	I sing. Sometimes, I won't really be aware of my own emotional state, but then I notice that I'm singing and realize that I'm happy. Is that weird? I'll get song lyrics right, I'll get song lyrics wrong. Sometimes I'll just say lyrics, usually at my wife. I'm real casual about it. "...Baby?" "Yeah?" "I compare you to a kiss." "You do?" "From a rose." "Okay." "On a grave." "Y'don't say." "Yeah, I do. I compare you to that all the time." "And how do I stack up?" "Oh, no contest. Kisses from flowers on graves - actually not that great." "That makes sense." "Oh, and did you know, when it snows, my eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?" "I did not know that, no." "Well, now you do." "Cool. Thanks for letting me know." "No probs."

0839------------------------------------- (Tuesday evening, INT: SW and WW's bedroom, WW is doing aftercare) SW (singing): Well I'm a-rubbin' on my chode, tryin' to shoot off my load, I've got four palookas on my mind... -------------- SW (singing): Two that wanna suck me, one that wants to fuck me, one says he's a frie-end of mine... -------------- SW (singing): So take it eeeasy, take it eeeasy, don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy... lighten up while you still can, don't even try to understand, just find a place to make your stand, and take it eeeeasy. -------------- WW: You kinda just went to the actual lyrics there, at the end. SW: Eagles. Great song.