I was just told my someone who works for me, that they don't like it when I get mad. I told them to stop making me mad and do things well and I won't get mad. Is that too much to ask?
I obvioulsy don't think so.
The life and times of Mike Gable ya'll, volume 2.
I need to start writing songs. They wouldn't be good songs of course, but I should write them. If you haven't noticed I plagarize the shit out of lyrics in this blog. Not to act as if they're my own, they're just songs that influenced me at that moment, so I think they're worth writing out.
Don't wish it away, don't look at it, like it's forever. Between you and me, I can honestly say, that things can only get better. And while I'm away, just got demons inside and it won't be long, before you and me run to the place in our hearts where we hide. And I guess that's why they call it the blues. Not sure though.
My trip back to the US last week was great. I got a lot of work done as well as caught up with some friends in the office I haven't seen in a long time. Now I'm back in the Dam and I'm way off on time zone. Can't sleep, can't concentrate, good for getting the large amount of work I need to get done, done. And the worst part is that this weekend I'm in Denmark and next weekend I'm working all weekend in Cardiff. I haven't had a free weekend in Amsterdam since before 2 weeks before Christmas and I still won't have one for 3 more weeks. That sucks.
It's a good song, playing on the radio, it's a fine, fine day. I'll tell you cause I think it's so. It's a good life, that comes upon you now and then and I'll tell ya, tell ya, tell ya cause I think it's so.
I was walking down the hill beside the town in which I live, this evening. Alcoholic lemonade in ice fill glasses, giving way to the evening heat.
Back to work now.
bye
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