Oooh, I love Garbage. Several years ago I was blasting them in my room and my dad walks in, hears the noise and a crunchy guitar chord, winces and says, "What is this garbage that you're listening to?"
I smiled and said, "Yes."
He didn't get it.
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Right now I'm listening to my tummy rumble. Need food.
Freezing my toes off trying to get through all the new posts on this board so I can shower, change, and eat.
Also, singing Kelly Clarkston, and The Cruxshadows. Interesting combination, but KC is stuck in my head (thanks Unchaste :-P) and CSX is currently playing on Winamp.
Don't look at me. I actually sing along to Kelly Clarkston on the radio. I was just tossing a zing at Unchaste in your defense.
"Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes"
(And I did that ^^^ from memory. Yeah, I'm a dork but so what? )
I'll be at CC tonight with two goals in mind:
A) Meeting more people, and
2) Getting drunk.
Normally dancing is on that list, but I don't feel like it. Of course, that may change by tonight. Oh, and ogling hot chicks, preferable ones wearing vinyl, but that's a given no matter where I go.
Turkey, Stuffing, Gravy, Green Been Casarole, Scalloped Corn, Milk, and Pumpkin Pie. (Go figure, eh?) Well, technically I'm not currently eating all that, but I did just finish.
To quote that French chick from "Pulp Fiction":
"(I think I cracked a rib) From the oral pleasure?"
No, wait ... wrong quote. Um, try this one:
"Any time is a good time for pie."