You are not being witty when you play "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum at 1:15 in the morning. Yes, I know that "it's a quarter after one/ I'm all alone/ And I need you now." But when you do that night after night, it gets a little old. And it wasn't funny in the first place.
On another note: my job has started rubbing off on me. Stocking shelves in a clothing store and manning the fitting room can suck out the intelligent part of your brain and replace it with fashion. My fashion senses have started going crazy, and I've been talking camis, belts, and accessories ALL DAY LONG. You would not *believe* the outfit I've picked out for myself tomorrow. It's pure madness. Like a style bomb went off. Also, I'm going to my roommate's town for a night (probably not even that if I have to work the next day) and my away bag is FULL of clothes because I don't know what I'll wear to the concert we're going to. FULL. I don't *need* that many clothes, but I take them because I need help putting the proper outfit together. (sigh).
The upshot of all of this is that when I hit up E's house, after the concert, we're going to lay down some awesome tracks and use them to enter a contest. First prize is $1000. Heck yes. I'll keep you updated on that :)
Need You Now by Lady Antebellum
It would be terribly mean of me to do so, but I should make you read some of the texts that we read for my Fashion and Identity expository writing class. You'd never look at clothes the same way again.
ReplyDeletesorry I disappeared. I forgot the part where I can't get on the computer again 'til Michael's asleep.