What a weekend sounds like on Monday morning
Friday
leeks & sorrel & smoked salmon
My Boyfriend's Back
Zombie Strippers
waking up on the couch to 9/11 news footage
Saturday
The Origins of Greek Thought
working on the book formerly known as That's What She Said
cured meat
wine stains
puddin'
dancing:
Whatever You Like
Work It
I Wanna Dance with Somebody
asking LBO permission to release the Otis, and upon receiving it: Security
Sunday
worst Safeway ever
Baker Beach
sea salt
listening to Roxy Music's More Than This but dreaming of Bill Murray's
the pataphysics of Weezy
donuts!
is scent a wave or a molecule? ("we're wavists")
Then He Kissed Me
that ye olde story about the Australian ant that goes to Germany to drink Riesling & swerve on shorties
Monday
All the worker bees looked exhausted and depressed on BART this morning
leeks & sorrel & smoked salmon
My Boyfriend's Back
Zombie Strippers
waking up on the couch to 9/11 news footage
Saturday
The Origins of Greek Thought
working on the book formerly known as That's What She Said
cured meat
wine stains
puddin'
dancing:
Whatever You Like
Work It
I Wanna Dance with Somebody
asking LBO permission to release the Otis, and upon receiving it: Security
Sunday
worst Safeway ever
Baker Beach
sea salt
listening to Roxy Music's More Than This but dreaming of Bill Murray's
the pataphysics of Weezy
donuts!
is scent a wave or a molecule? ("we're wavists")
Then He Kissed Me
that ye olde story about the Australian ant that goes to Germany to drink Riesling & swerve on shorties
Monday
All the worker bees looked exhausted and depressed on BART this morning
8 Comments:
Otis should come with a warning label that reads:
Caution may cause bouts of morbid stupidity and sentimentality a.k.a. the feeling that one is, has been or would like to be in love.
Why's it got to be so good?
I'm officially over Otis.
Lindsey, we need a weekly dance date. How're Thursdays at 10? I'll bring the turntable, you bring that elbow & knee action.
Dear Young B,
Maybe you're missing the brilliance somehow? For example:
This runnin' round, sure 'nough, is killin' me
Let me, let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in, let me in, let me in, let me ease on in
Look into my eyes
Can't you see I got to come on in
I ain't lyin', and I ain't smilin' 'bout it, baby
Open the door or I'm bustin' in
Because this runnin' around
Sure 'nough, sure 'nough, is killin' me
Let me in, it's killin' me, baby
I got ta come on in
Let me in, baby, please let me in
I got ta come on in, honey
Open the door
Open the door
Let me in, let me in, let me in, let me ease on in
Mama, mama, got to come in
Open the door
I can't stand this cold
Let me in this house
I'm tired of this runnin' around
Tired of being, tired of being all alone
Standing out here and walkin' with, walkin' with
See what I mean? It's like THAT and also it's like GRADE A maple syrup oozing out his mouth.
Yeah, what was it? Get weird with your joints? I think that was my big piece of dance advice.
I'm down for dancing every Thursday but if Otis is on the menu every time, I'm out. I will lose my shit and it won't be attractive. It KILLS.
Also, BB. It's only fair. Does the phrase "You can have whatever you like" sound at all familiar?
KILLS is the key.
never heard of it. sounds good though.
really, bb?
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