Peter, Paul, and Mary are simultaneously the cat's ass and the cat's pajamas, and possibly the bee's knees, as well. Hec, you are just wrongity wrong wrong wrong.
Aimee, sing louder, baby. Sing louder. Then kiss me, and smile for me. Tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go.
The sign at the McDonalds in town says "It's back! $100 Filet-o-Fish Fridays 4-10"
I don't want to know how big their fryer is.
Timelies, mi Bitches!
No, really. That's all I got.
I'm pleased as hell that my laptop plays DVDs (with excellent quality, BTW), because I just watched
Bull Durham.
In the bathtub. It was perfect. This has been a fucker of a week, and it was just what I needed. Plus now I smell good.
I have to work really early tommorrow, so I'm staying in tonight and I was all in the mood for a romantic comedy, so I was going to buy Wimbeldon on OnDemand, but it's not working. Instead, I'm watching The Big Chill, which I Tivo'd and have somehow gone 24 years without ever seeing.
I think I'm falling asleep on the couch no matter what, though.
I've never seen it either.
There's definitly something wrong with the cable box. It keeps glitching. Music this good should not be tampered with by the TiFaux.