Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh well - if the humidity is to be believed, it's a dry heat. Feh.
I don't know. I thought there was NO air, when I went outside (against my will) earlier. But a little while ago, I let Chris back out, because he'd left his hobby horse and cowboy hat in the yard. As opposed to the deathly, heavy air this morning, there's quite a breeze now. This might be an actual instance of what I think of as the mythical dry heat.
Then again, at 97, it still sucks. Ovens have dry heat, too.
Ovens have dry heat, too.
Perzactly. Not going out until I'm leaving, and, luckily I've got a thing with friends that will keep me in AC for a while (once I get there).
I just hope closing up my place in Salem when it was 76 this morning has kept it a bit cooler then the outside temp.
You know, the liner notes to some blues album I used to have implied that the line "Pig meat is what I crave" was dirty dirty dirty. I've never understood what it was supposed to mean.
I always liked "If You See Kay" because she was "Built up like a Coca-Cola bottle".
The original S&M one with people in cages or the boring light show one?
That would explain it. The light show one was on all the time.
They didn't mean that.
Of course not.
The original video for "Relax" is...something.
So since we're on lyrics, what is the point of "Don't Cha"? I mean, as far as I can tell, the point of the song is to convince you that the girl singing it is a sexual pervert who likes to rhyme "fine" with "lying" and "blind".
Completely unrelated to dirty lyrics, I came home for lunch to discover my landlord has finished replacing the screen door. Which is a good thing. Except for the fact that the handle is a gaudy ridiculously shiny gold thing. That'd be bad enough, but it also clashes with the greenish beige color of the door and frame themselves. Nothing like having to go "Ugh" every time you come home.
Nothing like having to go "Ugh" every time you come home.
No, no. The word is "BLING".
My door has bling?
Somehow, that doesn't make me feel any better.
So since we're on lyrics, what is the point of "Don't Cha"? I mean, as far as I can tell, the point of the song is to convince you that the girl singing it is a sexual pervert who likes to rhyme "fine" with "lying" and "blind".
"Don't Cha" has lyrics?