Do Not Want
Clearly the neighborhood is conspiring to make me leave work this evening (instead of continuing to surf Not Always Right while tears of laughter run down my face).
Whatever wanna-be bar-band is currently playing in Dupont has so far tunelessly massacred The Caeser's "Jerk it Out" and Bob Dylan's "How Does it Feel?" I'm tempted to see what they butcher next, but on the other hand I mostly just want to flee in terror.
Wait, now they've moved on to "Heroes."
I'm still going through and editing/color-correcting most of my photos, but here's my "quintessential Italy" shot:
Oh god, now it's "Bohemian Like You." I need to get out of here.
Whatever wanna-be bar-band is currently playing in Dupont has so far tunelessly massacred The Caeser's "Jerk it Out" and Bob Dylan's "How Does it Feel?" I'm tempted to see what they butcher next, but on the other hand I mostly just want to flee in terror.
Wait, now they've moved on to "Heroes."
I'm still going through and editing/color-correcting most of my photos, but here's my "quintessential Italy" shot:
Oh god, now it's "Bohemian Like You." I need to get out of here.