Laura Occasionally Blogs

The path from the bus stop to my place of work is deceptively solitary; maybe it's the way it's so snowy and you have to be looking down and picking your way across the bridge; I always get tricked into feeling like I'm alone even though there are generally people in front of or behind me within earshot. People who probably don't want to listen to me belt out any of the following:

• "Open your heart to me, baby! I hold the lock and you hold the key! (I think. Wait, why do I know this?)"
  
• "God rest ye merry gentlemen let nothing ye dismay, remember the Christ the--wait, it's March."
  
• "I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, we'd fire no guns. Shed no tears!"
  
• "(waveringly) Early one morning, I heard a maid singing... (indecipherable mumbles)... (boldly) OH NEVER LEEEEAVE ME. OH DON'T DECEEEEEIVE ME."
  
• "These men who seem to know my crime will surely come a second time!"
  
• "I just wanted to hoooooooooooooooold--!"
  
• "Bret you got it goin' on..."
  
• "Earthquakes sometimes happen!"
  
• "Everybody look at de moon. Everybody seein' the moon. Moon so bright. Milky white. Everybody look at de moon."