Well, here I am. I should be packing. Right now, I should be packing. Clothes should be folded (since it’s known that us Bachelors don’t fold laundry), bags should be folded. Xbox’s should be prep’d for a drive, and I need to get all my over-engineered list of stuff packed.
I’m procrastinating again.
Why?
I don’t rightly know.
Did some Home Teaching tonight. The nice thing about home teaching in a singles ward, is you get some cuties. I have one, and had fun flirting with her.
At work as I was listening to my music, I heard some apropos music for my mood lately.
For my YSA branch/the girls and the backstabing that goes on:
Refrain}
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more
{Three times}
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep
Then Guster/Fa Fa
When you look in the mirror, wish you were somebody else
Just a perfect reflection, you and no one else
Minutes run into hours, hours run into days
You’re still waiting for someone who never ever came
Fa Fa-Fa Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Never be the same again
Fa Fa-Fa Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Never be the same again
And last of all, my guilty pleasure Ashlee Simpson/Autobiography
Got stains on my t-shirt and I’m the biggest flirt
Right now I’m solo, but that will be changing eventually, oh
Got bruises on my heart and sometimes I get dark
If you want my auto, want my autobiography
Baby, just ask me
Well, read into it what you will, I need to go pack.
