Thursday, July 8
Current Mood:
Quixotic
Current Music: Powderfinger - The Metre
Blow the candles out raise a glass to the night
Let all the tension out you've been wound up so tight
It's a tender trap to plan ahead all the time
If you measure the world by what you leave behind
Welcome to the saving grace
Welcome to the saving grace
There's a sunset on the road
Reappearing as we go
Thursday! Thursday! Oh shit. Oh, never thought I'd like a Powderfinger song but this one's quirky.
Some blogs, are hiliarous.
"I always feel thinner when I'm tan. You know how black pants are slimming? Dark colors? It's like black pants for your whole body."
"Except black pants don't kill you."
--Two women talking in the produce section at Whole Foods
Unlike others, like this one or this one. Okay, maybe they are in that who can be bothered? Notice my lack of swearing. I haven't had a good chance to swear in a while.
Ames: Say it with me...
Ames: fuck-ass, shit licker, muff-diving hack, fanny magnet
Mel: *silence*
Em: *crickets*
Mel: Erm, Ames?
Ames: What?
Mary: fanny magnet?
Ah yes. Fanny magnet. What is? What is?
FANNY MAGNET (n) One who attracts flap.
Uhuh. From here.
~ M.M.W ~
