Congratulations to my mom, who won two Tim McGraw tickets from the radio, for his show next July in Cheyenne, WY. She was caller 15.
“Live Like You Were Dying” is advice Jessica gave me a couple months ago, which is a great concept—and, intoxicated by idealism, led me to make a couple of extremely stupid, confessional phone calls. Under the wrong circumstances, “Live Like You Were Dying” is the sober person’s equivalent to drunk dialing.
I think you’re supposed to apply it to things like sky-diving and Rocky Mountain climbing and doing 2.7 seconds on a bull called Fu Manchu.
The Women in Heavy Music page is a super reference.
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“Live Like You Were Dying” is basically the advice William Shatner gives, in the song “You’ll Have Time” from his new album.
one time at band camp, i thought i had hiv and i totally acted like that song for way too long, except it came out as depression and not drunk dialing
but yeah! no hivers
woops, i dont mean that to be a downer (ok i did, but not too much)
sorry abut that. i was having a hard day. i won’t call you “baby” again. alright, sugar?
d’oh. wrong post. . .