Hahaha
A week ago, I was having a seventies flashback. GUH.
I'm TOO YOUNG to have a seventies flashback. That was weird. I blame it on Shaun Cassidy. Maybe listening to "Hey Deanie" on repeat has the ability to create a time vortex or be a time machine and take you to the land of bellbottoms and feathered hair styles.
It is depressingly dark and gloomy here in my neck of the woods, as it's raining, and the pavement is glistening with the wetness, as the streetlamps cast a dim glow. Oh, the romantic images THAT can conjure up if, you know, the dark wasn't so draining and incredibly melancholy-inducing.
And what better way to spend a rainy than than indoors, in my flannel pajamas, listening to Shaun Cassidy (What? I think I want to have the seventies flashback again) sing "Be My Baby", while reading the very first Hardy Boys Casefiles, Dead on Target. Oh, the irony. Is it just me, or did it just get sad in here? *eyes widen* That's the book Iola dies in. ... Ah, forget Shaun. Lifehouse will do as well as a soundtrack to such a sad book.
Hopefully tomorrow won't be this dark, this gray, this depressing --- or I might have to resort to hot chocolate with marshmallows. And we know what chocolate can do --- shrink clothes. *nods* I can just avoid rice tomorrow. Yeah, that's what I'll do. *nods*
Happy Monday evening to y'all and are you guys starting the countdown till the holidays officially begin? XD
Arrivederci
I'm TOO YOUNG to have a seventies flashback. That was weird. I blame it on Shaun Cassidy. Maybe listening to "Hey Deanie" on repeat has the ability to create a time vortex or be a time machine and take you to the land of bellbottoms and feathered hair styles.
It is depressingly dark and gloomy here in my neck of the woods, as it's raining, and the pavement is glistening with the wetness, as the streetlamps cast a dim glow. Oh, the romantic images THAT can conjure up if, you know, the dark wasn't so draining and incredibly melancholy-inducing.
And what better way to spend a rainy than than indoors, in my flannel pajamas, listening to Shaun Cassidy (What? I think I want to have the seventies flashback again) sing "Be My Baby", while reading the very first Hardy Boys Casefiles, Dead on Target. Oh, the irony. Is it just me, or did it just get sad in here? *eyes widen* That's the book Iola dies in. ... Ah, forget Shaun. Lifehouse will do as well as a soundtrack to such a sad book.
Hopefully tomorrow won't be this dark, this gray, this depressing --- or I might have to resort to hot chocolate with marshmallows. And we know what chocolate can do --- shrink clothes. *nods* I can just avoid rice tomorrow. Yeah, that's what I'll do. *nods*
Happy Monday evening to y'all and are you guys starting the countdown till the holidays officially begin? XD
Arrivederci