BOATS.
I'm home, internet! I bet you didn't even know I was gone! Mostly because I didn't talk about it and didn't post much? idk. Anyway, I'M BACK AND I MISSED YOU AND I MISSED MY HOUSE AND I MISSED mcwonthelottery.
The picture that I was going home for didn't even happen, btw. Brendan had an awkward meltdown when we were out to dinner on Sunday night and stormed out of the restaurant. I bonded over tumblr and dumb people on the internet with one of my cousins. I saw some of my family. I saw the Avengers (see previous post). I went out to breakfast twice. Blah blah blah, it was New Jersey.
I did, however, take advantage of my parents' blu ray player and ridiculous television to watch XMFC. While, um, intoxicated. I sent pearl_o a lot of emails with my feelings, wherein "feelings" equates to "CHARLES IS JUST SO PRETTY" and "OH GOD, WHY AREN'T THEY KISSING THEY'RE SO IN LOVE" over and over again. I might, later this week, weed through the emails to pull out the legitimate commentary bits, but of the roughly four thousand words of babbling I sent, I'd say a third of it was "CHARLES IS SO PRETTY" a third of it was "THEY'RE IN LOVE!!" and a third of it was other stuff. (And of the other stuff, a disproportionate amount of it was the word "boats" over and over again.)
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Only three days in the office this week. I had today off and Friday is a Worcester day with a meeting immediately afterwards, so we won't have to go back to the office, probably. Still. Three busy days and then the NAMI walk on Saturday :(
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Here is the latest installment in "songs that I'm thinking about a lot lately that have no unifying theme and are totally unrelated to my continuing to guzzle down the OTP kool-aid."
You say that you're alright, then you turn your back.
Well, darlin', can the truth be that bad?
Maybe this is not a perfect life,
but it never will be without a good fight.
"Come Home," Bess Rogers
you may leave here for four days in space,
but when you return, it's the same old place,
the poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace
and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
"Eve of Destruction," covered by Novillero
I would say that I'm sorry if it would do any good,
but to never regret means you have to forget
and I don't think that I could.
Don't say words you don't mean
and when I'm gone please speak well of me
"Please Speak Well of Me," The Weepies
The picture that I was going home for didn't even happen, btw. Brendan had an awkward meltdown when we were out to dinner on Sunday night and stormed out of the restaurant. I bonded over tumblr and dumb people on the internet with one of my cousins. I saw some of my family. I saw the Avengers (see previous post). I went out to breakfast twice. Blah blah blah, it was New Jersey.
I did, however, take advantage of my parents' blu ray player and ridiculous television to watch XMFC. While, um, intoxicated. I sent pearl_o a lot of emails with my feelings, wherein "feelings" equates to "CHARLES IS JUST SO PRETTY" and "OH GOD, WHY AREN'T THEY KISSING THEY'RE SO IN LOVE" over and over again. I might, later this week, weed through the emails to pull out the legitimate commentary bits, but of the roughly four thousand words of babbling I sent, I'd say a third of it was "CHARLES IS SO PRETTY" a third of it was "THEY'RE IN LOVE!!" and a third of it was other stuff. (And of the other stuff, a disproportionate amount of it was the word "boats" over and over again.)
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Only three days in the office this week. I had today off and Friday is a Worcester day with a meeting immediately afterwards, so we won't have to go back to the office, probably. Still. Three busy days and then the NAMI walk on Saturday :(
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Here is the latest installment in "songs that I'm thinking about a lot lately that have no unifying theme and are totally unrelated to my continuing to guzzle down the OTP kool-aid."
You say that you're alright, then you turn your back.
Well, darlin', can the truth be that bad?
Maybe this is not a perfect life,
but it never will be without a good fight.
"Come Home," Bess Rogers
you may leave here for four days in space,
but when you return, it's the same old place,
the poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace
and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
"Eve of Destruction," covered by Novillero
I would say that I'm sorry if it would do any good,
but to never regret means you have to forget
and I don't think that I could.
Don't say words you don't mean
and when I'm gone please speak well of me
"Please Speak Well of Me," The Weepies