I am filking today. To the uplifting tune of "My Name is Luka":
My name is Boredom
I work on the salesroom floor
I loan out these cars to you
Yes I’m sure I’ve seen you before
Your Beemer is a piece of shit
No matter how much you paid for it
Just don’t ask me what is wrong
I have no idea what is wrong
Just don’t ask me about your car
It only runs til you get home
And the shine comes off the chrome
We have no loaners til Tuesday
We have no loaners til Tuesday
You still won’t get one anyway
My name is Boredom
I can do my homework here
I can write this filk for you
All I really want is one big beer
You came in for an oil change
Your car got wrecked
By a porter gone deranged
I still don’t have a car for you
No I don’t have a car for you
Please fuck off, no car for you!
It only runs til you get home
And the shine comes off the chrome
We have no loaners til Tuesday
We have no loaners til Tuesday
You still won’t get one anyway
My name is Boredom
Jordan, our cat, is, in some ways, one of the least cat-like cats I've ever met. He has exactly zero interest in trying to get out, and, weirder still, he has even less interest in human food of any sort. We've tried to feed him certain things we thought he'd like, as a treat. Each time, the food has languished unmasticated in the dish we set out for him.
On the other hand, he's probably the neediest, most co-dependant cat I've ever met. He gets very cross whenever either of us leaves the apartment, and is right at the door wanting lots of attention and assurances that we'll never leave again, before our key is even in the lock.
Good better word-making changes to staunch excessive use of "even".
Jordan, our cat, is, in some ways, one of the least cat-like cats I've ever met.
My Jordan is a puppycat. I think your Jordan sounds less annoying.
Kittenish is flopped on the couch and trying to figure out why I am taking her laundry away.
Vodka is the devil
No! Vodka make Fay funny!
Okay, shower, pet cat, back to hospital.
Hey, Sean? I'm going to be presumptuous and speak on behalf of the Buffistas-at-large: we love you, man. Hang on to that. And give some of that love to S., too.
What Scrappy said about what Teppy said.
Give S your strength and we'll try to give you ours.
I'm going to be presumptuous and speak on behalf of the Buffistas-at-large: we love you, man.
Why, how DARE you presume such a thing! I oughtta come over there and--nah, it's true. We do! Stay strong, both of you.
