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I'm still not really sure what's going on but look, I'm typing with my eyes closed.
Sweetie, I believe I speak on behalf of every single living being who has seen your performance at the VMA’s when I say what the hell was that?
1. Why does your tongue spend more time out of your mouth than inside it?
2. A lot of your dancing involves standing with your legs very far apart. It looks a bit strange, as if the skin between your thighs is chafing, so you’re being extra careful not to let them rub together. Briiiing the legs in bud, they’re not going to bite each other.
3. You seem to have misplaced your clothes. Of course, so did Lady Gaga, so maybe you can schedule a shopping trip together.
4. You also bend over an awful lot. Good for you, I guess, I try that after going for a run, but I can only reach halfway to the floor. Some day I aspire to reach all new lows like you. (that was a pun, and it sounds really catty, but I don’t want to delete it because I’m quite proud of it).
5. I do actually like your new song, wrecking ball. Maybe we could get a half decent music video for that one? Y’know, one where you aren’t channeling your inner stripper? Yes? Wonderful.
I realised that I have this habit of quietly muttering away under my breath when I’m in my car.
“Should’ve taken that gap,” I say almost inaudibly as I wait patiently at an intersection. “That’s not the best idea, buddy,” I mumble, as a car pulls out in front of me.
Sometimes my mutterings are louder.
“IT’S 100KM YOU IDIOT! WHY DO YOU FEEL THE NEED TO GO 80?”
My point is, I spend a lot of time in my car either talking to myself or verbally abusing other drivers. Once, I forgot to take my ipod on a trip to Tauranga with me, so I sang made-up songs the whole way there.
Guess I’m not one for quiet.
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