I feel like I blinked for a second too long and turned into a bad country song: my dog is dying, my brother's trying to become a cop, I'm worried about money and jobs, and, of course, I don't have a man. Bad country song all the way
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But, in ~2 days I will be in Vancouver and we will have lots of fun and things will be happy for awhile. :-) Now I just have to make myself get some work done so I don't feel like a total slacker taking off so early on Friday.
But see, when they become awful enough, bad country songs can transcend the sucktasticness of their existance, and blossom into awesomeness via being covered by a non-country genre artist.
..but until you have a man and he runs off with your dying dog only to be shot by your brother, the cop, the committee rejects your song proposal pending the aforementioned alterations.
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Besides, boys are over-rated. They have cooties.
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How's the face? Hurting less?
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