Uptown Girl
This one is for Vic in particular.
There is no rhyme of reason to my lifestyle I think. Most people have certain "types" and standards of behavior that they both expect from other and/or impose upon themselves. Now, I'm not going to claim to be any superior being in my lack of social boundaries or stratification techniques, but the fact of the matter is that it is quickly occuring to me that I am rather open minded to alternative lifestyles and ways of doing things. That doesn't mean that I engage in all the behavior that I am exposed to- in fact, most of it I would run away from kicking and screaming. But it genuinely doesn't bother me that my friends or acquaintances have different systems of values or beliefs than I do.
However, there are times where you have to draw the line. Sometimes other people's lifestyles begin to affect your and put you in a position where you have no choice but to draw your line in the sand with what is acceptable. For example, if you want to be a crack head- go ahead! But please don't do it around me, or put me in a position where I am around a drug that scares me and doesn't interest me.
As open minded as I can be, I have a really hard time finding that boundary. I often allow things to get way out of hand before I put a stop to them. As those of you who know me know, this often gets me into a fair bit of trouble. I call it "the Drama". I can't seem to escape it, no matter what I do. Just when I think it's gone, it's not.
I need to simplify my life I think. And stop over analyzing things and acting like a silly school girl.
Lyrics for the day: Billy Joel- Uptown Girl- Don't ask for an explanation. It just is what it is.
Uptown girl
She’s been living in her uptown world
I bet she never had a back street guy
I bet her mama never told her why
I’m gonna try for an uptown girl
She’s been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she’s looking for a downtown man
That’s what I am
And when she knows what
She wants from her time
And when she wakes up
And makes up her mind
She’ll see I’m not so tough
Just because
I’m in love with an uptown girl
You know I’ve seen her in her uptown world
She’s getting tired of her high class toys
And all her presents from her uptown boys
She’s got a choice
Uptown girl
You know I can’t afford to buy her pearls
But maybe someday when my ship comes in
She’ll understand what kind of guy I’ve been
And then I’ll win
And when she’s walking
She’s looking so fine
And when she’s talking
She’ll say that she’s mine
She’ll say I’m not so tough
Just because
I’m in love
With and uptown girl
She’s been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she’s looking for a downtown man
That’s what I am
Uptown girl
She’s my uptown girl
You know I’m in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
Don’t you know I’m in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
Don’t you know I’m in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
There is no rhyme of reason to my lifestyle I think. Most people have certain "types" and standards of behavior that they both expect from other and/or impose upon themselves. Now, I'm not going to claim to be any superior being in my lack of social boundaries or stratification techniques, but the fact of the matter is that it is quickly occuring to me that I am rather open minded to alternative lifestyles and ways of doing things. That doesn't mean that I engage in all the behavior that I am exposed to- in fact, most of it I would run away from kicking and screaming. But it genuinely doesn't bother me that my friends or acquaintances have different systems of values or beliefs than I do.
However, there are times where you have to draw the line. Sometimes other people's lifestyles begin to affect your and put you in a position where you have no choice but to draw your line in the sand with what is acceptable. For example, if you want to be a crack head- go ahead! But please don't do it around me, or put me in a position where I am around a drug that scares me and doesn't interest me.
As open minded as I can be, I have a really hard time finding that boundary. I often allow things to get way out of hand before I put a stop to them. As those of you who know me know, this often gets me into a fair bit of trouble. I call it "the Drama". I can't seem to escape it, no matter what I do. Just when I think it's gone, it's not.
I need to simplify my life I think. And stop over analyzing things and acting like a silly school girl.
Lyrics for the day: Billy Joel- Uptown Girl- Don't ask for an explanation. It just is what it is.
Uptown girl
She’s been living in her uptown world
I bet she never had a back street guy
I bet her mama never told her why
I’m gonna try for an uptown girl
She’s been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she’s looking for a downtown man
That’s what I am
And when she knows what
She wants from her time
And when she wakes up
And makes up her mind
She’ll see I’m not so tough
Just because
I’m in love with an uptown girl
You know I’ve seen her in her uptown world
She’s getting tired of her high class toys
And all her presents from her uptown boys
She’s got a choice
Uptown girl
You know I can’t afford to buy her pearls
But maybe someday when my ship comes in
She’ll understand what kind of guy I’ve been
And then I’ll win
And when she’s walking
She’s looking so fine
And when she’s talking
She’ll say that she’s mine
She’ll say I’m not so tough
Just because
I’m in love
With and uptown girl
She’s been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she’s looking for a downtown man
That’s what I am
Uptown girl
She’s my uptown girl
You know I’m in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
Don’t you know I’m in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
Don’t you know I’m in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
1 Comments:
At 3:10 PM, September 08, 2005, halbadorn said…
Hey Ms. Zita,
If you read your comments this is a quick link to my blog.
I have a feeling that I bug you too much... that just might be the paranoia though. Yay for little sleep, food, and lots of caffine.
Lots of love,
Tasha
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