The Good Times Are Killing Me

How awesome is the title to this blog, and this blog post? Once again, 'tis Isaac Brock to the rescue!

So, I've been real busy with school and shit like that lately; this seems likely to continue, in the light of a flurry of impending exams which have done nothing but worsen my temperament. But alas, I persevere.

First thing: if you guys like music, check this shit out, I will post some stuff from time to time. First up is Charles Mingus' album The Clown:

http://sharebee.com/d873be0d

It's pretty cool, if you're into jazz. I recommend it.

Moving on... I kinda like this girl at the moment, which sucks. You guys're thinkin', "Shawn, this is a good thing! It could pull you out of the black hole that is otherwise known as social inadequacy."

But no, this is not, in fact, the case. She has a boyfriend. Fuck. (If you want more details, pursue me on MSN.)

The good times are killing me. Here we go!

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.

The good times are killing me.

Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me. Jaws clenched tight we talked all night, oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me.

Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights with more folks that I don't know. The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.