...kitty still totlee over you.
That cat will always disapprove of my very existence. AND ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS PET HER FLUFFY FLUFFY FURS! My shoes are cute, though, aren't they? They are little starfish. No, really, they're REAL starfish, of the sparkly variety.
I know it's shocking that I would wear metallic shoes.
Last night in the comments here at this hard-hitting and necessary blog, Faithful Reader Amish Annie--who manages to get away from her plow and butter churn to join the English at Bye Bye, Pie every day--mentioned the song Ventura Highway by America, and now I cannot get the dumb lyrics to that song out my head.
'Cause the free wind is blowin' through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air, in the air
WHAT?
And by the way, I have been down the Ventura Highway in the sun.shine. And it's not that big a deal.
Aw, come on, Joe, you can always
Change your name
Thanks a lot, son, just the same
Why would you want to change your name if your name was Joe? I mean, oh come on, Percival, you can always change your name. Okay, that I can see.
June. Repulsing readers named Percival since--oh, come on. Is there really anyone named Percival out there? I want everyone who comments today to sign in as Percival and tell me you are super King Kamehameha offended.
Oh, come on, King Kamehameha, you can always change your name.
Please see above reference to hard-hitting and necessary, this blog.
And speaking of songs I really don't get, have I ever told you about my friend Paula? I mean, I HAVE, many times. Paula and I used to be coworkers AND roommates in Seattle, and many times we wanted to split each other's heads open like a fine ripe melon and dance on the pulp of the other's brain. Because how sick of each other were we? Did we get up together, go to work and spend eight hours together, go out after work and drink together, then go home together so our other long-suffering housemate could feed us dinner, as she was the official grownup?
Anyway, my friend and ex-roommate who I managed to not bludgeon is obSESSed with the band Heart. Yes, they are still together. Yes, they still tour. Anyway, I cannot believe I have never showed you this delightful veedeo of Paula gettin' down to the Heart. She appears at 1:13, 3:01 and 3:40. You will die.
Have you ever seen someone so guilessly happy? I mean, other than Edsel.
This is the last time Marvin was over. I think Eds is eating a Smurf. Unsure.
Anyway, I can never get enough of watching Paula jam out to the Heart like it's a thing. Kills me every time.
I must go, as I am STILL NOT DONE WITH THAT STATISTICS BOOK. Cripes. Is everyone excited that this is like a mini week? And Wednesday is like a Sunday, and then Thursday is like Monday except you don't have to work five days?
Everyone reading this not in America is all, "?" Also the band America is all, "?" because this post almost makes sense. As opposed to seasons crying no despair.
Summer: Hey, Autumn! How's it hanging?
Autumn: NO DESPAIR!
Okay, you're right. This post makes as little sense as that song. Have a good day. Look out for alligator lizards in the air.
