Some days I love old Anne Murray songs that I used to listen to when I was about 4 or 5. Some days I wish I could remember more than one line, and remember it correctly. But why? Why bother? Because, because, because...
Today I'm tired. There's no good reason for it. I didn't oversleep or not sleep enough. I'm not sick (even though about half the population is--or so it seems). It's just that "Oh, yuck" feeling. It's just the freezing rain and the cloudy skies (and the inability to get to Marble Slab where all of my dreams would come true). Why do they call them the winter blahs? Because "blah" is the word to describe how everyone who can't claim legitimate illness feels. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye...
And now, now that you're near, there's nothing more without you, without you here...Today is an irrevocably goo day. All the same songs, all on repeat. I can't find my headphones so I've decided to never leave my room again. Why are you so green? Because, because, because...
I'm allowed to have a pre-nuptual fling. There are only three conditions:
- I can't get pregnant.
- I can't contract an STD.
- I can't do it with Rory.
What fun does that leave? (Umm, all of the fun of a prenuptual fling, actually. Like Burns and I would do that anyway--HA!) So, I don't know where I'm going to put the sign up list, or how I am going to go about asking for those interested to enroll, but it could still be fun. Did you know that in many native tribes, the princess had sex with every man in the tribe then picked the one she liked best to be her husband? Why did we ever let a tradition like that die? Why oh why oh why? Because we're stupid. Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.
Seriously, good night.
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