and i can barely look at you
Can I get retroactively pissed that someone ruined one of my favourite songs for me?
I was just listening to it on the way home and I was getting off at the exit we used to take and I had this intense flashback of singing along and then him whooping 'Whee! Centrifugal force!' as we went around this curve (and what is it about good songs that makes your foot lead?) and then continuing on with the song.
Which was the one song we had in common. Normally, I'd torment him with my stuff and I'd threaten to stab him while he was sleeping if he tortured me with crap emo rock any longer. But we agreed on this, and then proceeded to almost wear my cd out.
Then I looked down and realized that the clock in my car is still an hour ahead (from when daylight savings time ENDED...yes, months ago now) because it's a total pain in the ass to change. I really don't care (that's like the one thing that flies in the face of my OCD) and it bugged the shit out of him, so he'd changed it the past three jump-forward, fall-backs we'd gone through.
*sigh*
I was totally making a frowny face by the time I got home.
(And I repeat - JACKASS.)
I feel like I have a great many things to report, but, eh. I'm going to bed.
Yes. At 9:13.
I'm apparently twelve.
And this week isn't shaping up to be any better than the last.
I was just listening to it on the way home and I was getting off at the exit we used to take and I had this intense flashback of singing along and then him whooping 'Whee! Centrifugal force!' as we went around this curve (and what is it about good songs that makes your foot lead?) and then continuing on with the song.
Which was the one song we had in common. Normally, I'd torment him with my stuff and I'd threaten to stab him while he was sleeping if he tortured me with crap emo rock any longer. But we agreed on this, and then proceeded to almost wear my cd out.
Then I looked down and realized that the clock in my car is still an hour ahead (from when daylight savings time ENDED...yes, months ago now) because it's a total pain in the ass to change. I really don't care (that's like the one thing that flies in the face of my OCD) and it bugged the shit out of him, so he'd changed it the past three jump-forward, fall-backs we'd gone through.
*sigh*
I was totally making a frowny face by the time I got home.
(And I repeat - JACKASS.)
I feel like I have a great many things to report, but, eh. I'm going to bed.
Yes. At 9:13.
I'm apparently twelve.
And this week isn't shaping up to be any better than the last.