Get Over It....Invest 91, 92.. Get Over It

Okay..so I wake up this morning. Go online and try to read what was posted over Shabbos.

So hard to catch up that way and there is nothing happening.

Everyone is rehashing the past. Old invests.
I'm having problems remember which invests.. they all look the same. Tropical Depressions that were or Tropical Storms that never were..

And, the past.. everyone wants to rehash the past.
Wanna bees.. Pretenders and Has Beens.. all crowding around rehashing the past like its yesterday's breakfast of champions.

so.. its like this..
my advice to everyone..

Today is August 8th, 2004. Let's forget about the past. Let's forget about the old invests and tropical depressions that died not pretty deaths out at sea.. Let's forget about Debbie.

Let's live in the present.

I am doing breakfast with Sharon while she still lives down south before she runs away to Maine.

Song of the morning :)
Get Over It!

Sorry dont have time to fix the lyrics because Sharon is impatient and will be outside beeping the horn loud waking up and inciting my neighbors cause Im lying in bed with a towel on and haven't gotten dressed.

fix it yourself and get over it ;)
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