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The last couple of days have been odd and I can't really put my finger on why.
See, even now, typing this...I feel like Doogie Houser. Like I'm putting into words some life lessons I've learned.
Though, I'm not sure how much that has to do with life lessons learned as much as this song I'm listening to that kind of reminds me of the opening credits of Doogie. No, I don't remember the opening song, just that it's 80s and upbeat and it shows pictures of Doogie saving lives and the characters smiling and holding the pose as their name shows up on the screen for a few seconds.
Yeah, this post has a point, promise.
First, and please don't laugh (...or if you must, never tell me you laughed, okay?) I have become addicted to GotRadio's Women's Alternative Radio Station. God help me. Am I going through a mid-twenties crisis? Shouldn't I wait until I'm actually in my mid twenties to do that?
Secondly, how is it possible that you can love your father so much and then absolutely hate him sometimes? Even love and hate him at the same time. It's mysteries like this that always amaze me about people. You think love and hate is black and white. You either love someone or you hate them. But I think sometimes you can hate someone because you love them so much.
Third, another mystery...though one I'm not as eager to solve. Why does my sister, a married woman at the tender age of 19, have such kinky underwear now that's she's married. When you live with your parents and have to share a washer and dryer with the rest of the family you see certain things (you'd like to forget). I want to know why she needs a leopard print bra and why I found an unused condom in the dryer.
Four, I'd sing, but then I'd loose all of my friends.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANI!
Five, ickleronniekins this icon is for you. It's still funny, even if I can't remember the exact reason.
Six, That is all.
See, even now, typing this...I feel like Doogie Houser. Like I'm putting into words some life lessons I've learned.
Though, I'm not sure how much that has to do with life lessons learned as much as this song I'm listening to that kind of reminds me of the opening credits of Doogie. No, I don't remember the opening song, just that it's 80s and upbeat and it shows pictures of Doogie saving lives and the characters smiling and holding the pose as their name shows up on the screen for a few seconds.
Yeah, this post has a point, promise.
First, and please don't laugh (...or if you must, never tell me you laughed, okay?) I have become addicted to GotRadio's Women's Alternative Radio Station. God help me. Am I going through a mid-twenties crisis? Shouldn't I wait until I'm actually in my mid twenties to do that?
Secondly, how is it possible that you can love your father so much and then absolutely hate him sometimes? Even love and hate him at the same time. It's mysteries like this that always amaze me about people. You think love and hate is black and white. You either love someone or you hate them. But I think sometimes you can hate someone because you love them so much.
Third, another mystery...though one I'm not as eager to solve. Why does my sister, a married woman at the tender age of 19, have such kinky underwear now that's she's married. When you live with your parents and have to share a washer and dryer with the rest of the family you see certain things (you'd like to forget). I want to know why she needs a leopard print bra and why I found an unused condom in the dryer.
Four, I'd sing, but then I'd loose all of my friends.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANI!
Five, ickleronniekins this icon is for you. It's still funny, even if I can't remember the exact reason.
Six, That is all.