Wha'...oh, Vixy.
So this morning, I overslept, thanks to my alarm clock electing not to do anything silly that might disturb my slumber, such as, I don't know, 'ringing'. Luckily for me, my housemate was leaving the house about the time I woke up and got moving, and was willing to give me a ride to the train station. This definitely qualifies as 'convenient', and I promptly cried out for a ride. It was granted. Huzzah.
As we were driving towards the station, I found myself squinting perplexedly at the CD player, which was playing a song I didn't recognize which seemed to be sung by a voice I did recognize. I inquired as to who it might be. X. turned up the volume, and said he wasn't sure either. The voice on the radio warbled.
"Oh," I said, sitting back again. "It's Vixy."
Apparently, I am incapable of recognizing Shadowbeast from a random segment of a single song. And for this, I am vaguely sorry, but only vaguely, as it made my morning more entertaining, and thus worth living through. So, y'know, that was a good thing.
Vixy. FILK NINJA.
As we were driving towards the station, I found myself squinting perplexedly at the CD player, which was playing a song I didn't recognize which seemed to be sung by a voice I did recognize. I inquired as to who it might be. X. turned up the volume, and said he wasn't sure either. The voice on the radio warbled.
"Oh," I said, sitting back again. "It's Vixy."
Apparently, I am incapable of recognizing Shadowbeast from a random segment of a single song. And for this, I am vaguely sorry, but only vaguely, as it made my morning more entertaining, and thus worth living through. So, y'know, that was a good thing.
Vixy. FILK NINJA.