Tuesday, November 21, 2006

i'm obsessed with pickles

it's true. i put them on everything. my favourite? hamburgers and tuna fish sandwiches. not hamburgers and tuna fish together. those are two seperate meals. should i write, i like pickles on hamburgers, as well as on tuna fish sandwiches? ahh i think we all know what i mean.

anyway, what i actually wanted to say was that while i was on the bus on my way home, i had this great thing that i wanted to write about. but i didn't have my computer with me. and now that i'm home and have eaten my gouda and pickles, i forget what it was that i wanted to say. balls.

but i will say this. tonight is the goo goo dolls concert. and i'm still not going. and i'm still pissed. if i could hear 'slide' being performed live by the goo goo dolls, i'd be a happy happy girl. but alas, it won't be happening. did i mention i was pissed?

and it annoys me when you have a joke with someone, and when you first had the joke it was hilarious but the other person then proceeds to keep making the joke, 340957234 times over. and then it's not funny anymore. but they still keep making the joke. and by this point its so ground and beaten and smashed into such a fine, gray powder, it is no longer recognizable as the hilarious thing it once was.

and the song of the day should be slide in honour of the goo goo dolls, but it's not. the song of the day is windfall by son volt. you should all go listen to it. i'm not going to post lyrics because i want you to listen to it and hear them for yourself.

ok, maybe slide gets to be the honourary song of the day. like how movie stars get honourary degrees from universities. it's just a status symbol. but the real meaning just isn't there. it didn't work to get to be the song of the day. it just is by default. windfall actually put it's heart and soul into being the song of the day. slide did not. but i love it anyway. so here it is.

and i'll do anything you ever
dreamed to be complete
llittle pieces of the nothing that fall
may put your arms around me
what you feel is what you are
and what you are is beautiful
may do you wanna get married
or run away

-goo goo dolls


lets just go lie on the ice. for real.

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