Menses just commenced. It's 1:14 AM. I was asleep. That felt good. At 12:24, I popped up. I think I'm awake, maybe awakeish is more accurate. I'm always surprised when those handy-soapy-foamy-bottles run out of soap. For some lame ass reason, it never occurs to me that they ever will. They feel so lifetime supply , even though the bottles aren't more than 8 inches tall. Similarly, when I flip on a light switch and the light flickers to its death, I think "Now what?" Duh, schmuckette, you change the fucking light bulb . Intellectually, I know this, yet for some odd reason, it never comes to mind. In fact, a few years ago, my mother walked into my house and said, "Why aren't the lights working?" I said "I don't know, I flick the switch and they don't work." After a fit of uproarious laughter, she said, "Would it kill you to change the light bulb?” Hmmm. "No", I shamefully responded. I wonder why... it is that I hav
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Finding some shmoe who can sing that style is like finding your barber can transplant your kidney.
Damn.
JDC
You cunt, that music, together with Janis Ian's "At Seventeen" and "Ave Maria" makes me cry
You will pay dearly for this. And no mistake.
If "American Idol" had performances like that, I'd watch the damn show. Doesn't "Nessum Dorma" always make you feel so alive when you listen? My spine never misses a shiver when I listen.