There once was a young woman named Audra who worked in a chemistry laboratory. She was a nice enough girl, but a little nerdy. On her way home from work she liked to flirt with boys who were driving down the road just to have a good time. Well one day...someone got very angry with her flirtiness and decided to put an end to it. He told her a wicked story about the headless, harley riding man and how he chased little girls who dared to cross under the overpass of I-69 at exit 102. Well, this young woman didn't listen because being the dork that she was, she didn't have the opportunity to meet anyone. Well, one day on her way home from work, as she crossed under the I-69 overpass, a man came flying off the exit ramp only he had no head!!! In his black leather harley jacket, and his motorcycle roaring like hell had released a thousand demons! As he signaled to get into her lane, she was terrified by his headless body...only to realize that really his head was hiding behind the collar of his coat. He had it turned up so high, that he did indeed appear headless.

Okay...so most of that story was fabricated...but i did actually see a guy who looked like he had no head b/c his collar was turned up so high. It was really quite hilarious. And i figured i owed you guys one of my exaggerated stories.

One more funny thing that happened today...and i just found it ironic...as i was listening to the radio...they advertized that you could get "out of the 80's at work" b/c they played modern music that was work friendly. After this advertisement...they promptly played a remake of an 80's song. How apro pro. Is that correct latin there?? Ah well...i only took french and spanish.

Some good lyrics for you tonight...

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you, angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again.
Where? I don't know.
Maria says she's dying, through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don't know.

Round here, we always stand up straight.
Round here, something radiates.

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis.
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in a circus.
She parks her car outside of my house, and takes her clothes off.
Says she's close to understanding Jesus.
She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood,
she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous.

Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same.
Round here we all talk just like lions,
but we sacrifice like lambs.
Round her she's slipping through my hands.

Sleeping children better run like the wind
out of the lightening
Mama's little baby better get herself in
out of the lightening

She says, "It's only in my head."
She says, "Shh...I know, it's only in my head."

But the girl on the car in the parking lot
says "man you should try to take a shot,
can't you see my walls are crumbling?"

Then she looks up at the building
says she's thinking of jumping
she says she's tired of life,
she must of tired of something

Round here she's always on my mind
Round here, hey man, we got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
and nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late

I can't see nothing, nothing, around here

Catch me if i'm falling, catch me if i'm falling
would you catch me if i'm falling?

I said i'm under the gun...around here.