Monday, January 29, 2007

Oh you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your
Mamas and papas insane

Looking for a fresh post?

I bet.

Me, too, in fact.

Except I am a bit differently situated than you.

See, we're both looking for a fresh post to brighten up a snowless winter Monday, but I am the one who has to pull th post out of my ass.

And I have that not-so-fresh feeling.

You could say I have a case of the Mondays.

And if you rewind a couple of lines, "Not So Fresh" would make a sweet name for a band.

Oh, you don't think so?

I googled "not so fresh" on google images and this came up in the pole position:

I guess Glen Danzig does exude a general lack of freshness, now that I think of it.

Anyway, I went to the dentist today. (Everything is cool. You can relax. My teeth are good. Thanks for caring.) When I sat down in the chair, the hygenist handed me a pair of wraparound shades.

That was a nice touch. It let me hide that solitary tear that I had to shed.

(Right now, everyone under the age of 32 is scratching their heads.)

((Conjunction Junction, what's your function?))

Honestly, this winter is horrific here. Everything off the tram is bulletbroof sheet glass. We need snow in a bad way. I need snow in a bad way. It is going to burn this summer.

I'm gonna have to move to Canada. Or Costa Rica. Or join the French Foreign Legion. But maybe I'll just start playing Dungeons and Dragons. Again.

I would prefer if it would just snow. A lot.

Screw it. I am going to bed.