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I was surprised as well....

...No. No, I wasn't. I think there is a special place in hell for enjoying this too much.

Your Pimp Name Is...

Sweetness Shagswell

What's Your Pimp Name?

Your Halloween Costume Should Be

Jesus

What Should You Be For Halloween?

Someone Partook

Another Man's Trash...

...is obviously only worth $2,822.70 to me. Interesting. Dontcha wish you could come up with some little stupid thing like this. Thank you, Darren.

My blog is worth $2,822.70.
How much is your blog worth?

I am Kali...Here me roar.

I of course, mean no respect to Mother Kali, Hinduism, or Hindus or anyone's personal beliefs. I was blog hopping and jumped from Ali to Gemini and Scorpio and found this scope for the Scorpio. As  of late, it seems so true (Hmmmm, Gus?). Reading it made me think of Kali. Heh....I've been saying I'm a goddess. Been told I'm a goddess. Who am I to argue?! Perhaps I just didn't know I was Mother Kali.

Whatever is dark, deep, mystical and hidden in the depths of your soul can be drawn out through your crotch. So knows Scorpio, who understands that your most secret parts can be exposed through close contact with your privates. After all, Scorpio rules the doorway between sex and death, and he or she likes to visit that doorway as often as possible. In truth, Scorpio isn't a sex addict. He or she simply has no time for trivialities. If you pique a Scorpio's interest, he or she wants to taste, smell and understand you inside and out. Why waste precious time with skin-deep chatter when Scorpio could have already gutted you and spread your organs across her bedroom floor for seriously close examination? On the other hand, if you fail to stir Scorpio's deep waters, don't expect a polite kiss good-bye. Expect either a silent dismissal (why bother with anything else?) or evisceration. Annoy a Scorpion, and you won't simply be stung. You'll be fully injected with systemic poison that will invade every pore and inform it of its inadequacy. The opposite of generation is destruction, after all. Love with a Scorpio is a bloody, vicious ride through the unconscious, and only the strong of heart need apply.

ViviGoodness

I was talking to a friend and noticed a huge (and I mean GI-normous) grasshopper sunning on my plants outside. Wished I had a digital camera...even a cheap ass one to share the moment with everyone. So, I went out and bought one.  It's not all expensive and full of all the bells and whistles but Em and I are having fun already. So, I'm including a few shots of what we've not deleted since the purchase last night. Enjoy! And expect more. I'm a shutterbug and one for instant gratification. DIGITAL CAMERAS WERE MADE FOR ME!!!!!

Nae and The Hat

Bought a crocheted hat (because I can't do one yet). And with no hair around my face, I look extremely ethnic. Amazing how sometimes we forget how we look until something reminds us. Here is how the conversation would go between either myself and Em or my sister.

"I look Asian."
"You are Asian."
"Yeah, but I look more Asian today."
"Because you are Asian."

Why am I surprised at times to find that I'm Asian?

The First

Em and I were walking down the aisles when I snapped the first picture with my digital. Life is like that....at least memories. Out of focus except for those few moments of recollection that define us and seem to impact us greatly. Here we catch Em smiling. Moving. No stagnant waters in her soul. Kinda cool. How I always remember the kid. On the go and bringing love and laughter to my heart.

Rosa

Mrs. Parks died Monday night at 92. Thank you, ma'am for your dedication to a better world.

Thanks, Care for the email.

A Gathering of Minds

My family...and I mean, entire family....is gathering this weekend for a family reunion/birthday celebration. These folk are my pop's family and the only family I know since I've only met three people total from my mom's side.

Here's the thing. The crazy lady married to my father's brother hates me...and honestly, she isn't on my list of people I would give a kidney to (ie, I don't like her. Not at all). She's insane. I kid you not. She believes that she in entitled to treat everyone like shit because she is God's gift to humanity. She lies. She connives. She is jealous as hell. And she is just plain ol' crazy.

I want to see my family. My grandparents. My cousins. My cousins' children. My aunts and uncles. My sister. My brother. My dad and his wife. Afterall, I was brought into this family before The Great Crazy One married into it. But, I wasn't invited. I wasn't invited a couple years ago when it was held here in Pensacola either. I can't make the reunions when they are held in the other states. Wisconsin and Colorado are just too far, and as we all know....Nae just don't have no money.

Unlike the previous Pensacola gathering, this one is being held in Alabama. I only know this because my immediate family...Jenn, Shawn, and Pop....told me. But in combination of it being a family reunion, the clan is celebrating my uncle's fiftieth birthday. A reunion had to be scheduled for this year and crazy lady decided to kill the proverbial two birds with one stone. So....what do I do? Crash it? Or just let it pass and enjoy the weekend off (I requested the entire weekend....just in case)?

Have I mentioned this woman is insane? Yeah, I am too but SHE REALLY is insane.

I want your opinion. I've added a new function to Light and Darkness. I'm polling!!! YAY! Would seriously enjoy the majority's opinion.

The Lister

Two days in a row, I had a Lister. These are those people who seem to believe that I can't retain more than one thing in my pretty little brain. They wait until I have finished each item separately. Have laid it beautifully before them before proceeding on to the their next yummy.

Last night, I had a man ask me for a large popcorn....by the way, he was also a Mumbler. ECK! A Lister is bad enough but when you combine it with mumbling?! DAMN! I asked him if that would be all. He made a noise like he wasn't done and was going to add something else. I stood waiting while he looked up at the board. "Sir, anything else?"

Gruffly, "No. Just the popcorn."

Filled the tub and then set it before him. "Anything else?"

"No," he replied again.

Gave him his total. He paid. Then he asked me for a large drink. "Anything else?"

"No. Just the large lemonade."

Filled the cup and set it before him. "Anything else?"

Again, "no."

Gave him his total. He paid.

"I need a candy and a nachos."

"Anything else?" Can I note that I was getting a bit tired of this by now.

"No."

You know what happens next. This happened two more times. SWEAR!! Each and every time I asked if he wanted more. Adamant that he needed nothing else until RIGHT AFTER I CLOSED THE FREAKIN MONEY DRAWER after each payment.

1...2...3...4...5...breathe...6...7...8...9....10....breathe

I will not scream. I will not yell. I will not slap the customer. I will smile. I will love everyone!!!! Oh yes...and I will not slap the customer.

Today's Lister was just as bad...AND I almost yelled at her. I know I gave her attitude.

The lines at the other registers were long so I jumped on mine and asked for the next person. This woman comes barrelling towards me with four/five children and another woman. As SOON as she reaches my register, she decides she has no fucking idea what any of them want. Let's not mention that she was already in line for several minutes. Let's not mention that all that time was ample for her to look at the boards and decide what their group wanted. Let's not mention that they could have gathered themselves way before getting up to the register. It's not like I suddenly change the menu items as soon as the next customer decides to order.

sigh....

So, I ask her what she wants. She turns to yell and glare at her children. I wait. I wait. I wait some more. She asks for a large drink. And she turns again to the children to ask them what they want. Before they decide, she turns to me to give me another drink order. Still waiting on what I'm getting her in either drink. She starts a conversation with her friend about what they are going to order. Still no decision for the first drink order. Then she tells me she wants popcorn. Size? Hell, I don't know. She has two chats going on with other people when her remaining children decide to ask for things.

Ok...what drinks? What size popcorn? Do you want butter? Simple questions. I expected simple answers. I finally get that I'm filling one drink with Pibb. The other, Diet Coke. Woman is still trying to decide how many drinks while I'm trying to discern what the hell is going on. She tells me at one point, "Double that" while pointing at the first drink. Hmmmm, I'm assuming she meant the second large soda. She tells me to layer her popcorn while asking her boys what kind of drinks they want.

Two sodas down. I'm working on the popcorn. She's like a schizophrenic bipiolar at the counter. Her mood went from being pissed to manic to regular conversational tone WHILST talking to five different people...not including me. Lay the popcorn down and ask her what else she wants. She says something about, "We're getting two of these."

"Two large combos. Large popcorn with two large drinks?"

"No. We already have the two large drinks," she hisses at me. "We need two popcorns. Done the same way." She says all this while still asking the boys what they want to drink and telling her friend that they should get another popcorn and more drinks.

I get the damn second popcorn. Place it on the counter. One of the boys asks me if we serve root beer. No.

Crazy, mean woman asks for a third popcorn while STILL talking to every person with her. I'm asking what other drinks she needs. She can't decide on sizes. She changes her mind a couple of times. Then tells me, "medium Sprite and small rootbeer" while I'm getting the third popcorn.

"No rootbeer," I respond. By this time, I know I sounded harsh. Tried not to. Really did. I even added a smile. But I walked away to get medium drinks while saying it.

"We'll take a Dr. Pepper then," she said rather meanly.

I almost walked away from her at that moment.

After completing the list, I asked her if she needed something else. No. Gave her the total and offered a receipt. She didn't look at me. And I didn't look at her. Called the next person in line while she handed out the items. At that moment, one of her female children asked for change. Explained that I couldn't do that and she had to go to box office if she wanted to break her bill. The woman roughly said to her child, "Just let me give you change. It's easier than having to go through the hassle of dealing with these people."

Um....Yeah. Hassle of dealing with me? BITCH, you are lucky you still have that overbite in your fucking mouth!

Believe it or not....you're reading the blog of a chick who was employee of the month TWO TIMES IN A ROW. Yeah, I know how to fake it.

Murray Day

Today is Murray Day!!! Yay for Murray Day. My good friend from PlanetThoughtful is having/had a birthday (eh, that whole time zone thing). Anyways, want to wish him a happy birthday. Lots of warm thoughts to you. I hope your birthday is one of great joy and happiness.

Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday...Birthday to you!

Photo Fun

I love those photo booths. EVERYONE should take a few dollars and hop into one for a photo shoot.

I hate having my picture taken. Eh, I am sooooooooooo freaking fat. Eh. Eh. Eh. Oh well. Doesn't keep me from doing what I need to do though.

Em and I had a lot of fun taking these. We are a couple nutters. They're are actually two more sets of them but we're not going to post those. The guy in the third one is a co-worker that wanted desparately to be included.

I seriously need a digital. I like having instant photos to post. Too much fun with pictures.

Classic from the Past

I must praise the majority of patrons that walked the halls at the cinema today. You came and watched and did a good job not to annoy the hell out of me...and the last few days, it has been touch and go with my moods.

But in the spirit of Fresh Fish, I must submit a COD so I give you one from just a couple of weeks ago. It's the Something for Nothing guy.

This COD made his way through my line with wife and children. I can't recall the exact number in their party but I think in total, the number was five. They ordered quite a bit of food. A couple of hotdog combos, the largest popcorn combo, candy, and the lot. Pretty sizable amount of food. We like those...drives up my daily transaction average which nominates me for the prizes at the employee meetings (don't get too excited. They're usually coupons...sometimes exprired at that...to a local fast food chain).

All was said and done with Father COD.

Approximately ten minutes later, I was refilling a popcorn tub for a woman who was complaining about the stale popcorn we had the audacity to serve her. I wasn't paying much attention to who she was talking to until I heard the gentleman say something about a complaint as well. Handed the miss her popcorn and turned to the man (who cut in line, by the way).

It was the COD. He handed me a hotdog that was still laying in the foil wrap and gave me a look that threatened lashes and a visit from the Better Business Bureau for my lack of customer service skills. That look! Hmmmmm, what was wrong with it?

Well, laying on the hotdog were several curled pieces of hair. Hair that looked like several strands had been pulled from a brush and discarded on the floor. I glanced at the man again with a questioning look. I had to because I couldn't believe he had the balls to give this thing back to me. This hotdog on its bun with hair obviously on it. And all he could give me was a stern face that promised civil disobedience right there in a full theater if I didn't take care of the problems I OBVIOUSLY caused.

I took the damn dog and walked to the damage bin, suddenly channeling a black woman from the guest list on Jerry Springer.

"You think I'm a damn fool. Like I don't know you dropped this mothafucka on the floor. Like I don't know it's your own damn fault that your hotdog is nasty. Want something for nothing. I ain't stupid. You're the stupid ass that can't hold your weiner. Hmpf!" I muttered under my breath.

Threw the hotdog in the bin, grabbed a fresh, naked one from the hotdog corral, and handed to the COD.

"Here you go. Have a nice day," I faked.

And when he walked away, "Like I can't figure you out by the mustard and ketchup UNDER the damn hair that you dropped the fucking thing."

Yeah, That Didn't Go As I Imagined.

Can I erase the last couple days and start over? Actually...is it possible to remove that gene within me identified as the Fuck-Up Trait so that I can stop being this way?

EH!

Where Picking on Celebs Becomes Addicting...

Go Fug Yourself

Much better than Mr. Blackwell's annual list.

George

I'm going to hug him, and love him, and squeeze him and call him George.

I adopted a cute lil' mummy fetus from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!

Hee Hee Hee

Thanks, Betts for sending this to me.

Once  upon a time, in a land far away, a beautiful, independent, self-assured  princess happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.

The frog hopped into the princess' lap and said,"Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am. Then, my sweet, we can marry and set up housekeeping in your castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so."

That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on lightly sautéed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself, "I don't freaking think so."

Fresh Fish

I had been toying with this concept of a category titled "Fresh Fish" recognizing the Customer of the Day or the COD. Why refer to them as "Fresh Fish?" Well, obvious answer is the reference to the cod. BUT honestly, there are those CODs that need a good slap in the face with a freshly caught, dead, wet fish....preferably a huge marlin that knocks him/her out until your shift is over and you've gone home to a huge glass of wine. Anyone who has a job dealing with the public (and might I say, a large number in that public) knows exactly what I mean. We each have a COD that we go home to a loved one and bitch about. Hell, some of us may even kick said loved one just to release some of that pent up frustration.

I've got a few that are just fantastic. These are the people you brag about to your fourth and fifth cousins at family reunions. These are the people you wish you carried a camera to work just so you can have proof that we as a race of people need not worry. No need to worry about the immoral practice of gene selection. No need to worry about a "Super-race" being created by altering the gene pool with our advanced sciences, which filter out the deformities and non-choice characteristics. The CODs are here to remind us that there is beauty in variety....even if that means putting up with an angry, stupid, slow, picky, whining customer. BUT in honor of those idiots whose fathers' slow sperms finally won ONE race up the Fallopian Tubes, I present a new category here on Light and Darkness...Fresh Fish.

Today's Fresh Fish goes to the grossest of CODs....the teenager. This young man of approximately fifteen years approached my counter this afternoon. First thing I noticed was his Bubba shirt and hat. You know....the camouflage shirt that displays his love of hunting and the Old South that is only surpassed by the magnificently beautiful trucker hat on his unruly mop of teenage hair. Next things I noticed were two objects in his hands: the large cup and large popcorn tub, both refillable for free at our establishment. He tells me that he needs refills and that he is going to buy nachos as well. First comes the cup.

"Diet Coke," he tells me.

I look inside as I ask him if he needs more ice. The cup has only a teaspoon of clear liquid at the bottom. Has this been washed out, I ask myself. Is this a dumpster dive treasure? I looked closer and saw a minuscule ring of dirt at the bottom of the cup. O-K....Filled it up anyways.

I reached for the popcorn tub that looked battered. No sweat. People sometimes grip their concession delights tightly when munching away. "Butter on your popcorn?" I ask as I look in.

"Yes. And I'm going to get nachos too," he repeated while showing a twenty twisted in his hand; and my eyes moved in shock between him and the tub.

"Did you take this from the trash?" I questioned.

"No."

"Are you sure? Because there is a lot of hair and dirt in this," I spurted out rudely in disbelief. Images of the floor staff emptying their dustbins into the trash cans sitting right outside each theater door popped into my head. Next I saw this boy reaching into the trash for the most usable cup and tub and shaking out the leftover popcorn.

"Yes. It's my mother's," he exclaimed emphatically.

I know I grimaced. I know my lips stretched out into a ewwwwwww. "Whatever. OK. Do you want butter?"

"Yes. I'm getting nachos too," he repeated once more, I think more to prove that he honestly owned these recycled, discarded items.

People....I filled that dirty, nasty tub FULL of popcorn. It was beautifully overflowing with hot steaming popcorn and warm buttery topping layered throughout. And all I could think was.....God, what if the previous owner spit a loogey into this thing because he was choking on a kernel?

Today...

I love you.

Kinky....rrrrrowr

I love the things Jez finds.

Congratulations! 

Your Hotlanta Kink Test score was 548! 

Here is the chart so that you can see how you are rated: 

100 or less	You need to lighten up and live a little!
101 to 200	You have an average sex life in need of kink.
201 to 300	You have sweet hints of a kinky nature.
301 to 400	You are definitely a kinky player.
401 to 500	You are a major league kinkster!
501 to 600	Wow! You're too kinky for most!!!
601 or more	SUPER FREAK ALERT! You da BOMB!
The maximum score for this test is 700. If you're looking for fun loving and interesting people who score well on tests like this, join us at Club Hotlanta.

It's Steve Day!

Today is my pop's birthday. He is 54 years old and though he doesn't read my blog (thank God for small miracles), I'm sending out lots of birthday goodness his way. Hope you all join me in celebrating Steve Day. Do something nice for yourself in honor of his birth's anniversay and send some of those warm fuzzy thoughts towards him. He could use them.

Happy Birthday, Papa!

btw: I had forgotten to post a Happy Birthday to my sis on the first. So....belated Jenn Day celebration going hand in hand with Steve Day. Ok? Alright...On your mark, get set, CELEBRATE!!!

Thumpity, thump, thump. Thumpity, thump, thump

Ok...I think this is day million and one (slight exaggeration but still it feels like it's neverending) in the headache department. I swear a fucking gremlin has homesteaded in my fucking brain. AND he's either drilling for oil or mining for gold. I WANT TO TAKE MY HEAD OFF AND SHAKE THE BUGGER OUT!!!! Do they have an outpatient surgical procedure for that?! I miss Topamax. I need it back for soooooo many reasons. At this moment, I say to hell to the bipolar. I just need the drug to put this gremlin into a nice sedated high. If he wants to stay in my lobes, he can just sit there like a good doped up gremlin and pass the time eating microwave brownies and watching Jackass in his boxers.

"Naomi needs..."

Jezzie gave me the idea. FUN FUN FUN. Google gives so much to the world.

Google “[your name] needs” and see what comes up.

Naomi Needs Nurturing.

Naomi needs to go toe to toe with her own.

Naomi needs to be able to read an article and summarize the issues

Naomi needs support to learn appropriate ways of getting attention from the adults

Naomi needs to get on back to where-evah and stay there.

Naomi needs better advice.

Naomi needs somebody to lean on.

Naomi needs you

Naomi needs a palatal implant to anchor her orthodontics.

Naomi needs to apply her efforts to proven methods of conception.

Naomi needs a partner fornatural birth classes.

Naomi needs him.

Naomi needs lots of love and positive attention.

Naomi needs to get pregnant to get a promotion.

Naomi needs a wake-up call.

Naomi needs it for the MTV party.

Naomi needs to get a grip with them lips!

Naomi needs a change of scenery.

Naomi needs to mate .

Naomi needs help with anger

Naomi needs a good fuck-in.

Naomi needs a full breast implants to even make them look like Reeses

Naomi needs some tupperware

Naomi needs more confidence

Naomi needs to strengthen her spirit

NAOMI needs to know explicitely what the telescope is doing

Naomi needs to be shown love

Naomi needs to eat about four of those ham sandwiches a day for a month

Naomi needs a 3,3V Powersupply

Naomi needs to dump that weird looking teenager guy who never shaves

The Old "Open Mouth, Insert Foot"

Yeah, feeling like I should learn to shut my freakin piehole. I don't know how to just enjoy life. And I open up the large obscene thing beneath my nose and things spew forth. sigh....I'm always regretting. Always feeling like I need to censor what I think because I always regret.

SHIT!

Twenty Die and Owner Faces a Fine?

I am not too happy about this news story from New York. What do you think?

CNN's Sunday copy

AP story at ABC

I Dare You!

It's that time of year again, National Novel Writing Month. I'm giving you a couple of weeks to register. Get those pencils, pens, and keyboards ready. NaNoWriMo begins November 1 and I know you can do it. It's only 50,000 words. Not even 1700 words a day. . . .Ok, it's a little daunting but I'm going to try. Not like any of us will have the whipmaster standing over our shoulders threatening lashes in the amount of what we fail to write (even though I know some of you like that sort of thing). So, give it a try. We can encourage each other. I'll be your whipmistress. And....I can be your whipmistress (did you really think I'd say you can be mine?! hee hee...yeah, right!)

A History of Violence

Watched A History of Violence tonight. ECK! Movie sucked. Don't pay your money to see it. I expected so much more and was terribly disappointed. The dialogue was stiff and so corny. The scenes were pushed. The actors reminded me of a high school theatre program.  ECK!! ECK!! ECK!!

The best parts of the film. The two scenes when Tom (Viggo Mortenson) and Edie (Maria Bello) have sex. First the 69 on their bed. HOT! And the hardcore fuck on the stairs. Better than some of the porn out there. And the visit to Richie (William Hurt) was ok only because Hurt's reactions were the only sense of acting in the film.

Can I say that Viggo...poor Viggo...had problems with the dialogue. Or maybe the script just SUCKED. But I swear I thought he seemed more like a mentally challenged adult rather than a former mobster. AND when he gets an injury to the foot and runs.....I swear I was watching a man with slight mental retardation.

Eck! Eck! Eck!

The Weekend

Worked all weekend. I should tell more about the job. Such a great place for people watching. Such a great place to pick up stories. AND I already have some. I definitely should have a "Annoying Customer of the Day" category. (note to self: think about adding a "Annoying Customer of the Day" category to Vagabond)

Not much of a social life. Had some tentative plans to go out with the same guy I went out with a couple of weeks ago. We were suppose to go bowling on Saturday after I got off work (incidentally, I worked a double on Saturday.) Plans fell through but I wasn't really disappointed. Too tired to go anywhere but home. So I did. Went home instead to my TF and had a more fabulous time. Em spent the night with my mom.

I did go to the flea market before work that day. Have I mentioned I love flea markets, yard sales, thrift stores, and the lot. I don't do them enough because I would spend all of the little money that I have. BUT I was on a purpose Sat morning. Couple months ago, I put an amber pendant on layaway. And I hadn't paid it off. It was time. Been waiting to get this thing out. Isn't it lovely? At the moment, I am wearing it on a variety of things: leather cord, a wide green ribbon, etc. I want to find a beautiful silver chain for it. I am on another mission. I picked up a couple of other things whilst there. (Yes, I wasn't suppose to. You were suppose to be my conscious but you I was there before you and well....they were small minute purchases.)

Yesterday, I worked in the morning. And then Em and I watched Roll Bounce. Hadn't expected to like it as much. Such a fun movie! And I must say that the soundtrack was fantastic. It would have to be with all that great 70s music. Definitely would like to get the disc. The images of everyone rollerskating reminded me of my youth and the Friday and Saturday nights spent at the skating rink. Kids still do that right? I am so completely out of touch of what the young ones are doing....that sounds so old fart-like.  "You kids and your rock-n-roll!" Seriously, FUN movie. Oh, and Care....one of the Smollet children is in it. Jurnee, the young one from Eve's Bayou. She has grown into such a beautiful young woman. I've always thought she was pretty, but she is such a stunning girl..

Hmmm? What else? My burn is healing. Have I mentioned that I burned myself at work a week ago? (rereading...rereading...rereading) Yep, I did. Found the post. Well, it blistered. It scabbed. It got really ugly . It itched. I scratched. I picked my scab yesterday (Am I the only one but is there some satisfaction in picking a scab? Ok, Yes...gross. When I skinned my knee as a child....and quite often, thank you very much....I loved to pick at the scabs). I didn't think the damn burn would heal. But it is. Finally. As you can see. Wish I had taken scans of the thing as it progressed. I think I'll have a slight scar from it.

That was the weekend. Em is out of school this week for Fall Break. No work today so just a couple of errands and more movies. Going to spend time with TF. Beautimous time. Clean a bit more (or maybe not). Just enjoy the day off. WOO HOO!

To Know Him Is To Love Him by The Teddy Bears

Lyrics by Phil Spector

To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
Just to see him smile, makes my life worthwhile
To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
And I do

I'll be good to him, I'll bring love to him
Everyone says there'll come a day when I'll walk alongside of him
Yes, just to know him is to love, love, love him
And I do

Why can't he see, how blind can he be
Someday he'll see that he was meant for me

To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
Just to see him smile, makes my life worthwhile
To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
And I do

Why can't he see, how blind can he be
Someday he'll see that he was meant for me

To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
Just to see him smile, makes my life worthwhile
To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
And I do

To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
Just to see him smile, makes my life worthwhile
To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
And I do

This damn song is stuck in my head. Actually just the chorus. AAAGGGGHHHH!!!! That and THE Love Song (which I don't mind having my inner voices sing).