Monday, December 05, 2005

Squirrel. On. Acid.

So I have this random song lyric that I can't get out of my head...and can't, incidentally, remember who it is that sings it (though it's a current song, so it's not like it's obscure or anything)... Anyway, so this is what's stuck:

I'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song

And I keep wondering which is worse. I mean, clearly it's no good being a notch in anyone's bedpost...but then, the singer is saying it like "Ha!'re just a line in a song" (so there...and take that...and stuff)

Only, I was sort of thinking that maybe being a line in a song immortalizes the person just a wee bit, so that's hardly appropriate recompense for being a bedpost notch... And I wondered if anyone had clued him in that his passive aggression didn't quite work least not so much in my estimation. I mean, if I were her, I'd be like "Oh. Yeah. You, um, yeah, you really got me there, whoo..."

I was sharing with someone last night that my friends used to accuse me of having a squirrel in my head that had a little exercise wheel...and when he ran on the wheel, this strange assortment of thoughts would come spinning out...which is weird enough. But sometimes this naughty little squirrel drops acid and then things get really wacky...

(I've been in training all morning...and will be all week...and it's only Monday. I cannot control the squirrel in these circumstances. You have been warned.)

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