The past two mornings I have woken up with the song "Janie's Got a Gun" in my head. (Aerosmith... love!).
?
I have no idea why. I havne't been on an Aerosmith kick in months. And I haven't listened to that particular song in YEARS. (It's not on my Aerosmith playlist).
Time to psychoanalyze a bit... ?
Because, really, this is coming out of left field.
I have come to the conclusion that waking up and going to work is like unto having a gun put to my head.
NO. (I mean, really, how ridiculous is that? I'm blessed to even have a job. And I happen to love mine, even if it is stressful.)
Uh...
I need to get a hand gun?
Maybe.
Uh...
Maybe the ringtone on my iPhone, the one set as my alarm, sounds VAGUELY, from the depths of a sleep-coma, like the hook of Janie?
Time to switch ringtones.
Seriously. Janie's Got a Gun? Kind of disturbing to wake up to that, dontcha think?
?
I have no idea why. I havne't been on an Aerosmith kick in months. And I haven't listened to that particular song in YEARS. (It's not on my Aerosmith playlist).
Time to psychoanalyze a bit... ?
Because, really, this is coming out of left field.
NO. (I mean, really, how ridiculous is that? I'm blessed to even have a job. And I happen to love mine, even if it is stressful.)
Uh...
I need to get a hand gun?
Maybe.
Uh...
Maybe the ringtone on my iPhone, the one set as my alarm, sounds VAGUELY, from the depths of a sleep-coma, like the hook of Janie?
Time to switch ringtones.
Seriously. Janie's Got a Gun? Kind of disturbing to wake up to that, dontcha think?
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