Christ. For the most part, I seem to always have something to say about something. Be it the most intimate, boring details of my so called life, or an opinion on something I find interesting and/or am quirkily into at the time of said moment of me busting out with said something.
But lately, ever since this whole, I don't know, past month happened, I've just lost my mmmmojo.
Contrary to what the mormon and the other have said to me about Coldplay, I still cannot stop listening to them. It's like a sickness. Yes I know. They are the modern purveyors of pop music. And it's all perfectly in tune and shit, but goddamn if it isn't some good ass pop music. It's those fucking piano hooks man. They fuck me up.
I'm pretty sure I have heard "Warning Signs" about 4000 times in the past month. It's my favorite song by them and it gets me everytime.
And yeah, I'm still loving the Gilmore girls. (Yes the "girls" part of it isn't supposed to be capitalized) I am on Season 3 disc 1 and it still can't be fucked with. So don't even try. Dialogue and character development on this show are the best, well, ever. Just watch it. You have to start from the beginning, because if you don't you suck and will be lost, but go ahead and watch it, I dare ya.
And Netflix, how sweet it is. (I am aware I start many a paragraph with "And", deal with my fragmentation) If you are still renting flix from your local Blockbuster, just stop. Sometimes, I just sit around and play with my Netflix queue and rate movies until I get a headache. Then I go to the kitchen and get the Orange Ocean Hawaiian Punch out of the fridge and drink it straight from the bottle.
You haven't tried it yet? Loser. Orange Ocean HP is the awesome.
This is where you tell yourself you can't believe you just read this and you want the minute it took you to read it back.
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