Thursday, September 04, 2003

God Put A Smile Upon Your Face

Where do we go, nobody knows
I've got to say I'm on my way down
God give me style and give me grace
God put a smile upon my face

Where do we go to draw the line
I've got to say I wasted all your time
Oh honey honey
Where do I go to fall from grace
God put a smile upon your face yeah

And ah, when you work it out I'm worse than you
Yeah, when you work it out I wanted to
And ah, when you work out where to draw the line
Your guess is as good as mine

Where do we go, nobody knows
Don't ever say you're on your way down when
God gave you style and gave you grace,
And put a smile upon your face oh yeah

And ah, when you work it out I'm worse than you
Yeah, when you work it out I want it to
And ah, when you work out where to draw the line
Your guess is as good as mine.

It's as good as mine, It's as good as mine
It's as good as mine

As good as mine, as good as mine,
As good as mine, as good as mine

Where do we go, nobody knows
Don't ever say you're on your way down when
God gave you style and gave you grace
And put a smile upon your face



Today's headlines....


(from MSN.com)

Can Kobe buy his way out? Why not? Plenty of other rich people have. Why not Kobe? Rare is the wealthy person who gets tried and convicted. Even then, they have to have a certain amount of hubris before juries get fed up enough to toss them in jail (see Helmsly, Leona). There once was a 3L at Loyola who worked at the Cook County State's Attorney office. According to him, the only offenders who had a chance of not going to jail were those who hired private attorneys. And since Kobe has more money than you and I and five other people combined will ever see, he should be able to hire the best attorneys available (as it seems he has) and get out of any real punishment (provided, of course, he's guilty).

Lance Armstrong, wife splitting up. You're just hearing about this? It was the topic of discussion in Paris, when I saw the Tour de France. Guess only having one nut didn't stop Lance's wandering eye. Too bad. They made a cute couple. So what celebrity do you think Lance will be seen with now? The irony is that they announced the pending divorce on the same day that the House congratulated him on his win. Too funny.

Can a Chicago team win the World Series? Why don't we just wait and see if we get there first, shall we? Too many years of flops to start counting chickens now.

Other news....

Maizzy will be happy to know I've pitched the salad. And she's welcome to come over and help decorate the apartment anytime (you too, Joanie!). In return, I'll take you to Wrigley Field, four blocks from my apartment. No guarantee on baseball, though.

I also signed the lease on the apartment last night, capping a very tumultuous week. Things on the deceased uncle front have only gotten juicier. Seems we have some underhanded stuff going on. More to come....

And I should be posting more photos soon. Really. I mean it....

That's it for now....more later, when I don't feel guilty about not doing homework..

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