Every time I find myself inadequate, I need to think of this song. It's exactly like my story, except there's no Rose in front of Mary:
Jessica Andrews - Who I am (Rosemary's Granddaughter)
So, so, me. Not that it's all about me. Er. But this song IS. Especially the clueless and clumsy part.
I'm thinking it might be about some of you guys, too.
Lyrics here.
*raises glass* Here's to you, Mary. Both of you. *loves*
Jessica Andrews - Who I am (Rosemary's Granddaughter)
So, so, me. Not that it's all about me. Er. But this song IS. Especially the clueless and clumsy part.
I'm thinking it might be about some of you guys, too.
Lyrics here.
*raises glass* Here's to you, Mary. Both of you. *loves*
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Date: 2005-09-05 12:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-05 12:42 pm (UTC)http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/04/opinion/04brooks.html?ei=5090&en=37eeb8918dbb6e2e&ex=1283486400&partner=rssuserland&emc=rss&pagewanted=print
*roots around for old McCain button*
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Date: 2005-09-06 12:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-06 12:23 am (UTC)But I've got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am
Now, see, that line rings true in everyone who's ever struggled with ADD. We're different. We are. And people who love us, well. They love us.
You're one of those people, love, and I couldn't be more pleased. You can come visit my messy house anytime. *hugs*