Some Mondays are bigger than others

[quesarah]

Don't ask me why I have the Smiths stuck in my head. It's not a condition that pleases me, in fact I'm doing everything I can to get them the hell outta there! Currently I'm listening to Maxwell and he's helping to evict them. Cross your fingers, cats.

Well I may have an idea-- last night I heard a cover of "Please Let Me Get What I Want." That's quite possibly the most self-pitying miserable little song ever written, and I don't understand why anyone would want to cover it. May as well just cover "I Know It's Over:" Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head... I know that similar themes are addressed in blues music, but you almost never run the risk of getting your ass kicked for listening to the blues. Crikey.

(See. I told you I'd been wanting to use "crikey." I finally gave in. Hopefully the urge will now pass.)

virginmartyr1 and I had no luck at the Border's this weekend. Apparently no one knows about college a capella groups. Super neato goodness. So I need to dig around to find any music. Lookit me dig. Dig, me, dig!

Comments

[gonzo21.livejournal.com]

Personally I think you should now graduate from 'crikey' and move on to other stalwarts of expression such as 'gosh' and 'I say'.

And I'm not just saying that because I am apparently Giles.

[biogeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Well, I already say "gosh." I don't know if I can pull off an "I say," though. Don't quite have the credibility.

Maybe if I wear my glasses more often. Hmm.

[wafflelips.livejournal.com]

"I say" doesn't suit you.

But glasses do. :-D

[biogeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah yeah...