One-track mind.
So I take these college courses. I swear in the last class, there was some sort of sexual innuendo every five minutes. Verbal, visual, whatever. It was there. And it was massively distracting. I don't think I retained any actual information the whole night. By the way, made all the worse by the fact that I'm attracted to one of the guys in class, an adorable and sweet-as-apple-pie New Zealander named Jonathan. Totally not an option (he's married), but reality has no jurisdiction over the mind.
Just for future reference, Midnite Vultures is the most sexy of sexy records to be recorded. Nothing will sway me from this statement (and I refuse to put it into more coherent words). It's the music, the lyrics, and Beck's own particular brand of sexy; it's a vibe that permeates the entire record. Yes.
Jeez.
I'm like a guy at times, seriously. There are moments when I need a cold shower. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts...
It's not helping.
Just for future reference, Midnite Vultures is the most sexy of sexy records to be recorded. Nothing will sway me from this statement (and I refuse to put it into more coherent words). It's the music, the lyrics, and Beck's own particular brand of sexy; it's a vibe that permeates the entire record. Yes.
Jeez.
I'm like a guy at times, seriously. There are moments when I need a cold shower. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts...
It's not helping.