It's Fry-day! Now I'm hungry.

Ha ha ha.  I love this song! So funny.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_profilepage&v=LttKbL4sv7E

Chris August does the Candy Rap.

This song is equally funny: Running Just to Catch Myself by: Mark Schultz:

I am driving
I am late for work
Spilling coffee
Down my whitest shirt
While I'm flossing
And I'm changing lanes
Oh Yeah
Now I'm driving
Through the parking lot
Doing eighty
Hey what the heck why not
Watch it lady
'Cause your in my spot
Once again
It's early to work
And here's a surprise
I got a McMuffin for just 99 cents today
I think they ran a special

CHORUS:
I can't stand still
Can I get a witness
Can you hear me
Anybody, anybody
I think I am running just to catch myself

Maybe someday I couldfly away
Go to Key Largo or Montego Bay
Sport my speedo,maybe grab a tan
A dream vacation, wild elation
Now I'm running
Straight into my boss
And he's angry
Oh and he calls me Ross
Which is funny
'Cause that ain't my name
And that's lame
I'm still running
Running very late
For a meeting
Wait, that was yesterday
Guess I'm early for the one next week
Oh how sweet
I get on the ladder
I corporately climb
I wave at my life as it passes me by every day
My name's not Ross

CHORUS

Life in my cubicle is discreet
Life in my cubicle is neat
I've got some pictures of my friends
Some sharpened pencils...where's my pen
Ten O'clock I'm in a meeting
Paper cut I think I'm bleeding
Check my hair it's still receding
Hey what a life
Break for lunch
There's nothing better
Run outside and don my sweater
Like Fred Rogers let's be neighbors
I've lost my mind
I'm over worked
And underpaid
And non-appreciated
It's just a perk of being of being
Middle class
And educated
One... spinning circles in my chair
Two...win a game of solitaire
Three... And I ponder where my stapler's gone
Four O'clock and I stare at the door
And I stare at my watch
Then I stare at the door
I stand by my desk like I'm going to war
There's just one thing I'll be needing
Grab my paycheck as I'm leaving
Oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
It's five o'clock
It's time to go
There's crowds to fight
And horns to blow
It's talking fast on my cell phone
Hey watch out that's reckless driving
Five O'clock
It's time to leave
To hit the couch
And watch TV
Set the clock and go to sleep
It's 8 am on Monday morning
Again and again and again and again and again
Driving around
Nowhere to go
And so I hang with my lady Oh,
And chill with my bro's
It's okay, in my Cabriolet
I can't stand still
Can I get a witness
Can you hear me
Anybody, anybody
I think I am running just to catch myself
When I meet God
I will have a question
I just forgot my question
I think I am running just to catch myself
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

Sounds like real life to me.

Real life is this: Muppet's Grammy isn't getting better and instead is getting worse.  Just thinking about it makes me sad.  She's hurting and dying and I can't stand it.  Why do people have to die?  Why always MY friends?  As in Cosmo the Pluffkin's friends?  Why can't I do anything about it?  It's not fair, not fair, not fair.  Now I'm so upset that I'm writing songs in my head:

It's not fair, It's not fair
Why doesn't God answer my prayers?
Is it a blessing in disguise
Then where's the prize?
Do you enjoy our tears
When friends and family disapear?

Maybe just maybe
It's a test, a trial for me.

Maybe you do care
about my every prayer

I don't see now
I don't see how
Why you let me down
Why you let me frown

I'll see it clearer
when you're nearer

I think I should be done rhyming now.  I think I should do something to get this out of my mind.  HISTORY!  GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!  Tripple grr to history.  See I'm already sidetracked.

Just one second I just found the perfect song by this person named Laura Story.  I wish my last name were Story.  That's such a cool name.  Anyways:

We pray for blessings, we pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering

And all the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things

CHORUS:
Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?

We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear
And we cry in anger when we cannot feel you near
We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love
As if each promise from Your Word is not enough

And all the while, You hear each desperate plea
And long that we’d have faith to believe

CHORUS

When friends betray us
When darkness seems to win, we know
That pain reminds this hearts,
That this is not, this is not our home…..

CHORUS

What if my greatest disappointments,
Or the aching of this life,
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy.
What if trials of this life,
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise?

your welcome.  On to history.