Type A weeps

I'm like my dad in the sense that when I'm really busy, I'm miserable, and when I have nothing to do, I'm miserable. This leads to a life of constant searching for a balance between the two. So I have the day off of work today and was really looking forward to it, but already am totally bored and it's only 12:30. "Home Improvement" is on the telly, and Dr. Phil isn't on till 3, so I have some time on my hands. Part of that will be actually dressing and cleaning my ass off. My ability to make my apartment picture-perfect and the let it spiral into a storage locker in a week should really be studied. I don't really know how I do it, but every weekend, when I'd only just cleaned the last one, I find myself sitting on my couch in a small gap between books, plastic bags from random stores, and empty Pepsi cans. Not ready to clean yet, so here's something in the mean time.

Jodie Dee wanted to be a country star
But she just didn’t have the voice
She’d sing all around her teeny tiny town
And her listeners didn’t have much of a choice

They’d hear that screech and scratch everywhere
They’d plug their ears and moan
But still they’d hear little Jodie Dee
Singing all the way home

You see, Jodie Dee was never a small-town girl
She lived for the cities and noise
Jodie Dee tried to join the local pickin’ band
But her mama said “Stay away from those boys!”

Jodie Dee thought some music would add to her voice
So she learned a couple notes on the kazoo
Pretty soon she found out that it sure is hard
To sing with your mouth all full

What’s the point, Jodie Dee?
Her friends would all ask
There’s nothing to be done
Your voice is too low
Your kazoo is too high
And you wouldn’t even make it
Outside of the Bag ‘n Buy

But Jodie Dee kept at it
She knew she was destined somehow
To sing underneath those bright shiny lights
And to hear the crowds cheer as she took all her bows

One day a man came lookin’ for a brand new sound
“No need to sound pretty,” he told Jodie Dee,
“Just somethin’ different is what folks want now”

So Jodie wailed at the mic for that big suit
Getting’ out all of her hurts and pains
That man couldn’t have found anything down South to beat her
No more bluegrass with big pipes for lil’ Jodie Dee
It ended up not being her in her favor
But y’all that new sound called rock ‘n roll?
Well it sure made her sound sweeter