Is something possibly wrong with me?
Blabbity blah blah...I feel weird kinda...I don't know. I was having my ritual weekend movie watching ceremony this weekend and a stupid quote stuck with me. "I can't relate to 99% of humanity." Thank you freaking Steve Buscemi for predicting my week! I don't know, I think I liked myself better when I was taking a self-imposed vow of silence (in like 6th grade). Now that I'm supposedly more extroverted I find that most of my conversations are obnoxious. I'm obnoxious. I don't care for obnoxious me... Perhaps, living alone all the time has made it harder to communicate with human beings. After all Slick is only so patient when it comes to hearing about my day, my week, my life...and the cat? in kitty language I think that the glare he gives me when I talk to him translates as "Sod off you dog loving cow!" my Cat language skills are rusty though I could be wrong...I don't know, sometimes I think I live vicariuously through fictional characters, especially movies or T.V. not so much books, I like to let them have their own stories...So with that in mind I rented Drop Dead Fred this weekend. If you envy a fictional person are you still sinning? I secretely wish I had a flambouyant, annoying, badly dressed (an enlish accent is prefferable) imaginary friend. OK so this blog was completely and utterly random and stupid. Sorry.
Note: Watching "Whose Line Is It Anyway" on BBC America cures most personality/emotional funks (that is if you are quick with the remote to prevent too much raunchiness, I am a remote control quick draw champion!).
And now bum bum bah dah *drumroll* some Elton John Lyrics:
From this day on I own my father's gun
We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun
I laid his broken body down below the southern land
It wouldn't do to bury him where any Yankee stands
I'll take my horse and I'll ride the northern plain
To wear the color of the greys and join the fight again
I'll not rest until I know the cause is fought and won
From this day on until I die I'll wear my father's gun
I'd like to know where the riverboat sails tonight
To New Orleans well that's just fine alright
`Cause there's fighting there and the company needs men
So slip us a rope and sail on round the bend
As soon as this is over we'll go home
To plant the seeds of justice in our bones
To watch the children growing and see the women sewing
There'll be laughter when the bells of freedom ring
I'd like to know where the riverboat sails tonight
To New Orleans well that's just fine alright
`Cause there's fighting there and the company needs men
So slip us a rope and sail on round the bend
Note: Watching "Whose Line Is It Anyway" on BBC America cures most personality/emotional funks (that is if you are quick with the remote to prevent too much raunchiness, I am a remote control quick draw champion!).
And now bum bum bah dah *drumroll* some Elton John Lyrics:
From this day on I own my father's gun
We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun
I laid his broken body down below the southern land
It wouldn't do to bury him where any Yankee stands
I'll take my horse and I'll ride the northern plain
To wear the color of the greys and join the fight again
I'll not rest until I know the cause is fought and won
From this day on until I die I'll wear my father's gun
I'd like to know where the riverboat sails tonight
To New Orleans well that's just fine alright
`Cause there's fighting there and the company needs men
So slip us a rope and sail on round the bend
As soon as this is over we'll go home
To plant the seeds of justice in our bones
To watch the children growing and see the women sewing
There'll be laughter when the bells of freedom ring
I'd like to know where the riverboat sails tonight
To New Orleans well that's just fine alright
`Cause there's fighting there and the company needs men
So slip us a rope and sail on round the bend