that are bugging me, then I'm done:
Springsteen and/or Dylan
The Girl With the Dragon Whatever in all forms
snoods - what the hell are they?
the fact that our kitchen water pressure has not been good since the kid came by to change us to one of those newfangled "readable from outside" water meters
Drake
the fact that generic classical "hold" music audible on nearby speaker phone was just referred to as "opera" by a co-worker
Hangover II
[good god, forgot the very thing that caused me to start this whole post: those trashy and bullshit modern fedoras that dipshits are wearing]
Thursday, June 23, 2011
While I'm at it,
this depressed the hell out of me:
Where are the parents? These cats are appearing at some "club" in a strip mall, or wait - maybe it's actually IN a church (the club, I mean), I think the place moved - one of those places that has Christian bands in which aren't obviously Christian, who would would have lyrics like "she looked like a dreamcoat [Corinthians 9:22]'" or whatever. Plus, they all have different last names, per Wikipedia, so why are they all the exact same dude?
The really sad-making part (other than the fact there is probably some solitary girl here in town whose favorite band these guys are - and then she will be broken in two [spiritually only - it's a PG show! Shame on you!] when she sees the drummer SMOKING or something - I'm really overthinking this) is that any of the dopes who roll up will have no idea what "Scarlett O'Hara" means and just think it's rilly cool.
Fiddle dee fucking dee.
Where are the parents? These cats are appearing at some "club" in a strip mall, or wait - maybe it's actually IN a church (the club, I mean), I think the place moved - one of those places that has Christian bands in which aren't obviously Christian, who would would have lyrics like "she looked like a dreamcoat [Corinthians 9:22]'" or whatever. Plus, they all have different last names, per Wikipedia, so why are they all the exact same dude?
The really sad-making part (other than the fact there is probably some solitary girl here in town whose favorite band these guys are - and then she will be broken in two [spiritually only - it's a PG show! Shame on you!] when she sees the drummer SMOKING or something - I'm really overthinking this) is that any of the dopes who roll up will have no idea what "Scarlett O'Hara" means and just think it's rilly cool.
Fiddle dee fucking dee.
Negative
I'm in a great mood, but am tired of the relentlessly upbeat tone of recent posts.
So let me say that this is the dumbest name for a type of pizza ever:
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Solstice Pork Store
Special edition of the Pork Store in one of Joan's Homes, while the men folk painted.
Strawberries and cream, figs and white cheddar [very Moody Blues], coffee...I danced like Oberon around the faerie ring...
Days are already getting shorter, I notice.
BOO!*
* in the "summer's too short" sense, not in the "ghostly doings sense."
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