broken

Live a life less ordinary
Live a life extraordinary with me

Don't give me that look. This is not going to be another editorgirl musical production. Just a few lines. I'll leave the productions to my brother, the singing wonder. I ran up to Bountiful for a few things today. As I was leaving. . . I was going to say "strains of Phantom" were finding their way up the stairs, but that would imply that it was quiet, peaceful, graceful. This was Phantom (of the Opera, not Planet, Phantom) blasting its way up the stairs, accompanied by my 15-year-old brother's singing. Apparently he does this with various soundtracks and CDs every night until my parents tell him to shut up.

Live a life less sedentary
Live a life evolutionary with me

Yeah, don't know what that means. But this is becoming my mantra. I have an announcement--an announcement and I want you all to be the first to hear (name that movie)--eg is broken.

Well I hate to be a bother
But it's you and there's no other, I do believe
You can call me naive but. . .

I need to stop listening to love songs. Or sort of love songs.

I know me very well (at least as far as I can tell)
And I know what I need

There's an epidemic going around, where people google their name followed by the word "needs" because. . . I suppose it's fun. But here's what I really need:

Started a list and then grew annoyed with it. So I'm stopping now. I said I'm stopping now. And telling you the story of the day.

I found a new music group that I'm enjoying. Carbon Leaf. Check 'em out. And I think it's time for a new playlist. Excuse me. . .