I like this song. It's by Whitest Boy Alive. It's a perfect song to ease into your Friday with. Drive home from work a little earlier than usual. Grab a cold cool budweiser and noodle dance to this in your living room.
Your room mate will come home while you are dancing and ask what the hell you are listening too. Tell him to chill out as you notice he is visibly still stressed from the week. Tell him to go get himself a beer and come back to the living room. Do funny dance moves and try to get him to do funny dance moves as well. If he starts to dance then your job has been done beautifully. If he doesn't dance , screw it; he is beyond helping because he is a stick in the mud.
I am listening to this with my headphones while I make endless spreadsheets with excel. I only wish I could hear this on a system with some nice bass on it!
Um this is a terrible song. I mean....it's like they took what the Postal Service did and dressed it up in emo girl pants and then told that band "Simple Plan" to re-interpret it. I am posting to this blog anyways.
I've been having violent dreams lately. In one instance I was in what seemed to be a high school bathroom. I am not sure how I got there but I think I was chased in there. There was a larger black woman in the bathroom with me. She urged me to find a way out of there. I busted open a tiny window already knowing that the large woman would not fit through. I am not sure why I did this. She told me she was not going to fit in that window and pointed to a much bigger window right next to it that I neglected to see first. Not sure why I didn’t see it. I busted that one open and we both climbed through to the outside.
There was some sort of post-apocalyptic scene going on when we finally got through the window. It reminded me of the movie “Children of Men” . Lots of troop-looking people milling around with weapons and some guy with a megaphone yelling things. I wondered why we couldn’t have just stayed in the bathroom because our situation had only gotten worse by escaping. I am not sure what happened next but I believe we stole the car of an unsuspecting officer and started jamming down the road away from the area.
Flash forward a bit. I am not sure what happened to the black woman or the car we stole but suddenly I was being confronted by an old man. He wasn’t a very, very old man or crippled looking. More like a Clint Eastwood type guy. Steely looking, ready to tell you to stop messing around on his Gran Torino. I remember he started getting up close in my face , trying intimidate me. I didn’t flinch. I stuck my face closer to his to show him I wasn’t scared. I then bit his jaw off. I am not sure how I did it. But I opened my mouth and bit the hell out of the guy’s face. The next thing I knew I was spitting the lower half of his damn face on the ground. I don’t know why I did it but the guy was as shocked as I was at what just happened. I know this is probably a little disturbing but this is what happened.
I don’t know what it all means. Frustration...Anxiety...whatever happens to trigger weird dreams like this can’t be healthy right? I like the dreams where I am flying or doing something cool. Not biting people’s faces off. Hopefully I’ll start having dreams like that again soon.
Oh yeah my buddy Chris sent me this new Yeasayer single. I like it. Is it bad that it reminded me of Panic at the Disco?
