ugh. holy... wow. i hate the song all by myself, because it makes me feel dirty inside. it's such a horrible song, and all i ever hear it as is a parody of life. so whenever i hear it i laugh. especially if people are singing it seriously.
here it goes again. i'm just chatting away at life right now, watching glee. i've had a mashup of songs stuck in my head all day, and here they are:
mood rings by relient k, tik tok by kesha, bad romance by lady gaga, dreaming with a broken heart by john mayer, handlebars by flobots and i'm sure there were a few others. but mostly those. mostly john mayer, actually... which is strange, as i haven't heard it in awhile.
louisa got sick. which sucks. so i had aaron until nine-thirty, then had miss mo come over from music to help me close. and i did an ass load of dishes to get done in time, too. it was craziness spilling all over the place. my pants are still soaked with everything that i attempted to do in a not-so-timely manner. bobby came in to visit while he waited for his girlfriend. and i asked him about this guy, andrew clarke, who i used to know from waldbaums, who works at apple with him. i was right, it was him. and he is just as creepy as i remember. he looks worse for the wear. is it mean of me to say that? maybe maybe not.
where did the random gospel choir come from? this baffles me. they're in freaking... ohio or whatever. this shouldn't be happening here.
heneway.
i miss tomi. and wil. i need to get on that.
uhm. that wasn't meant the way it accidentally sounded... (or did it?)
damnit aleey! get off your blog! go write! it needs to get done! seriously!
i want to be romanced. maybe. someday. before i die. again. (not die again. be romanced again.)
"aretha is my kryptonite."
"wtf is up with purple curtains?!"
and yes, my life is better than yours. mostly because i have a strudel.
night.
-aleey
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