Why must that infernal song stick in my head?
"Dancing Queen" by ABBA is arguably one of the greatest pop songs ever. But I get tired of the radio station (WMIK-FM for all of you listeners) in my head that plays it over and over.
It has a great hook, great melody, the vocal harmonies rival the Beach Boys, and the orchestration is flawless. But after so much, it becomes a slight burden on the noggin.
I tried every song I could think of to keep it from spinning over and over at work today. The only one that even knocked it out of rotation for a few a while is "Take Me In Your Arms" by The Isley Brothers. "Get It While You Can" by Howard Tate was in there for a while as was "Pretty In Casts" by Pig Destroyer. But "Dancing Queen" ruled the roller disco today.
I'm already tired of working. I don't work, I just mind working for somebody other than myself.
Sloane is totally hot. She looks like she would be fun to go drinking with. She also looks like someone to take home to the parents.
My mom would shit if I married a Jewish girl. She'd pretty much shit if I married anybody that wasn't Mexican, but if I married a Jewish girl, an African-American girl, or an Asian girl she would doubly shit. My mom is set on me marrying a Mexican. My dad probably doesn't care so long as the person is female.
He doesn't say it (well, he did once but I was sixteen so he probably doesn't even remember it) but he is secretly afraid that I'm gay, which I'm not. I don't have anything against being gay. If I was, I'd definitely embrace it. But I love pussy. Pussy loves me. It's a match made in heaven. I treat pussy like a freaking queen. I pamper it. Care for it. Cuddle it when it's sad. Kiss it when I feel the need. I like to water it as much as possible so it grows up nice and strong. Me+pussy = awesome.
I also grew up with four younger sisters so I know how to jump rope, braid hair, dye hair, apply make-up, apply a tampon, and draw a soothing bath. My parents are divorced and our mother wasn't around so I had to do a lot of motherly things for my sisters. I guess I also connect with women more than I do guys. Guys take me a while to get used to. With chicks I just mesh really easily.
Looking forward to this weekend. Transylvania is going to kick ass from what I hear.
I need to stop rambling.
You can dance, you can jive
Having the time of your life......
!fuck!
"Dancing Queen" by ABBA is arguably one of the greatest pop songs ever. But I get tired of the radio station (WMIK-FM for all of you listeners) in my head that plays it over and over.
It has a great hook, great melody, the vocal harmonies rival the Beach Boys, and the orchestration is flawless. But after so much, it becomes a slight burden on the noggin.
I tried every song I could think of to keep it from spinning over and over at work today. The only one that even knocked it out of rotation for a few a while is "Take Me In Your Arms" by The Isley Brothers. "Get It While You Can" by Howard Tate was in there for a while as was "Pretty In Casts" by Pig Destroyer. But "Dancing Queen" ruled the roller disco today.
I'm already tired of working. I don't work, I just mind working for somebody other than myself.
Sloane is totally hot. She looks like she would be fun to go drinking with. She also looks like someone to take home to the parents.
My mom would shit if I married a Jewish girl. She'd pretty much shit if I married anybody that wasn't Mexican, but if I married a Jewish girl, an African-American girl, or an Asian girl she would doubly shit. My mom is set on me marrying a Mexican. My dad probably doesn't care so long as the person is female.
He doesn't say it (well, he did once but I was sixteen so he probably doesn't even remember it) but he is secretly afraid that I'm gay, which I'm not. I don't have anything against being gay. If I was, I'd definitely embrace it. But I love pussy. Pussy loves me. It's a match made in heaven. I treat pussy like a freaking queen. I pamper it. Care for it. Cuddle it when it's sad. Kiss it when I feel the need. I like to water it as much as possible so it grows up nice and strong. Me+pussy = awesome.
I also grew up with four younger sisters so I know how to jump rope, braid hair, dye hair, apply make-up, apply a tampon, and draw a soothing bath. My parents are divorced and our mother wasn't around so I had to do a lot of motherly things for my sisters. I guess I also connect with women more than I do guys. Guys take me a while to get used to. With chicks I just mesh really easily.
Looking forward to this weekend. Transylvania is going to kick ass from what I hear.
I need to stop rambling.
You can dance, you can jive
Having the time of your life......
!fuck!
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noir:
For me, a spree is anything that lasts 2 hours or more.
noir:
I've been to HP once a year ago. It was okay. The boys are cute, but no girls danced with me. And it was so crowded. I got burned by a cigarrette.