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1. I'm not as sick anymore, but now I'm going through the final stages, wherein I sneeze/blow my nose almost continuously. Not only is it disgusting, but my nose hurts from so many tissues.
2. Today I left my room and more than that, the house! I know, right? I went to Wal-Mart to get more yarn for Colleen's scarf, but they didn't have it. So then I went to the post office to mail my two returns to Amazon. It took me so long to figure out the easy package drop. Then I went to Taco Bell.
3. The whole time, I was listening to Sweeney Todd, but just the one song: A Little Priest. Holy crap, it's so good.
Mrs. Lovett: I mean, with the price of meat what it is, when you get it, if you get it....
Todd: (realizing) Ah.
Mrs. Lovett: Good you got it.
Todd: For what's the sound of the world out there?
Mrs. Lovett: What Mr. Todd, what Mr. Todd, what is that sound?
Todd: Those crunching noises pervading the air.
Mrs. Lovett: Yes Mr. Todd, yes Mr. Todd, yes all around.
Todd: It's man devouring man, my dear
Both: Then who are we to deny it in here?
Todd: What is that?
L: It's priest. Have a little priest
T: Is it really good?
L: Sir it's too good, at least. Then again they don't commit sins of the flesh, so it's pretty fresh.
T: Awful lot of fat.
L: Only where it sat.
T: Haven't you got poet, or someving like that?
L: No you see the trouble with poet is how do you know it's deceased? Try the priest.
T: Anything that's lean?
L: Well then if you're British and loyal, you might enjoy Royal Marine. Anyway it's clean. Though of course it tastes of wherever it's been.
T: Is that squire, on the fire?
L: Mercy no sir, look closer, you'll notice it's grocer.
T: Looks thicker. More like vicar.
L: No it has to be grocer--it's green.
T: The history of the wold my love
L: Save a lot of graves, do a lot of relatives favors.
T: Is those below serving those up above.
L: Everybody shaves so there should be plenty of flavors
T: How gratifying for once to know
Both: That those above will serve those down below!
L: We have some shepherd's pie peppered with actual shepherd on top.
L: Have actor. It's compacter.
T: Ah, but always arrives overdone.
T: Have charity towards the world, my pet.
L: Yes, yes, I know, my love.
T: We'll take the customers that we can get.
L: Highborn and low, my love.
T: We'll not discriminate great from small. No we'll serve anyone,
both: Meaning anyone, and to anyone at all!!
And the stupid happy song (and slightly disturbing) still makes me think of the freakin' sad ending. It's just so sad!
But seriously, Johnny Depp can sing.
2. Today I left my room and more than that, the house! I know, right? I went to Wal-Mart to get more yarn for Colleen's scarf, but they didn't have it. So then I went to the post office to mail my two returns to Amazon. It took me so long to figure out the easy package drop. Then I went to Taco Bell.
3. The whole time, I was listening to Sweeney Todd, but just the one song: A Little Priest. Holy crap, it's so good.
Mrs. Lovett: I mean, with the price of meat what it is, when you get it, if you get it....
Todd: (realizing) Ah.
Mrs. Lovett: Good you got it.
Todd: For what's the sound of the world out there?
Mrs. Lovett: What Mr. Todd, what Mr. Todd, what is that sound?
Todd: Those crunching noises pervading the air.
Mrs. Lovett: Yes Mr. Todd, yes Mr. Todd, yes all around.
Todd: It's man devouring man, my dear
Both: Then who are we to deny it in here?
Todd: What is that?
L: It's priest. Have a little priest
T: Is it really good?
L: Sir it's too good, at least. Then again they don't commit sins of the flesh, so it's pretty fresh.
T: Awful lot of fat.
L: Only where it sat.
T: Haven't you got poet, or someving like that?
L: No you see the trouble with poet is how do you know it's deceased? Try the priest.
T: Anything that's lean?
L: Well then if you're British and loyal, you might enjoy Royal Marine. Anyway it's clean. Though of course it tastes of wherever it's been.
T: Is that squire, on the fire?
L: Mercy no sir, look closer, you'll notice it's grocer.
T: Looks thicker. More like vicar.
L: No it has to be grocer--it's green.
T: The history of the wold my love
L: Save a lot of graves, do a lot of relatives favors.
T: Is those below serving those up above.
L: Everybody shaves so there should be plenty of flavors
T: How gratifying for once to know
Both: That those above will serve those down below!
L: We have some shepherd's pie peppered with actual shepherd on top.
L: Have actor. It's compacter.
T: Ah, but always arrives overdone.
T: Have charity towards the world, my pet.
L: Yes, yes, I know, my love.
T: We'll take the customers that we can get.
L: Highborn and low, my love.
T: We'll not discriminate great from small. No we'll serve anyone,
both: Meaning anyone, and to anyone at all!!
And the stupid happy song (and slightly disturbing) still makes me think of the freakin' sad ending. It's just so sad!
But seriously, Johnny Depp can sing.