Me keepin it real in 7th grade (and getting beat up most days at lunch by the popular kids)
“Mmmmmm marmalade. It has to be thick cut though. The real stuff. And on your buttocks. Tangy!…. Buttocks. (giggles) Funny!”
— The great Sleep Talkin’ Man. I love his little giggle and the way he says buttocks.
- “There are certain rules to throwing a party. Rule one: invite me. Rule two? Make sure you do rule one.”
- “What the fuck’s wrong with your face?! Christ on a bike, next time you’re smiling, warn me.”
- “They’re not love handles. No. I’ve got love impact protection barriers.”
- “Parsnips are snip at half the price. I say, buy them all and screw everybody!”
Skeletons by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Rediscovered this little number. About 1:45 in, the instrumentals remind me of Titanic.
My heart melts every time. Watch the first 5 seconds, skip to 1:15, AWW at 1:19, and repeat.
I would be down for any song although I have the song “Copacobana” by Barry Manilow in mind. Her name was Lolaa! She was a show girl. With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there. She would merengue and do the cha-cha.
Fun fact: My Dad listens to women music on occasion. I shit you not. One time he was driving me someplace and I clicked the “AUX” button to listen to whatever CD he had in and it turned out to be a lovely smattering of Sarah McLachlan, Shania Twain, Dido, Enya, and the like. “Only Time” by Enya makes me cry (and also “What a Beautiful World” by Louis Armstrong but mostly because while we were learning this song for an assembly my teacher told me that Armstrong had died and I became aware of our mortality. I mean I guess I’ve always known that people die but it really hit me right then.)
I’ve decided that I’m going to take dance/zumba/kick-boxing/pilates lessons this summer. I hate exercising sooo we’ll see how this goes.
Also! I’m currently making a calender to keep track of my work shift this summer. I’ve been typing and saying July too much in this short time period that it now looks foreign to me.
It sounded like “hehh-shoe”.
The sound of my sneeze undergoes frequent transformations. Once during my sneeze’s annoying shrill scream-esque phase, I sneezed in a class in which I had a substitute teacher. I got detention for “acting up.”