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Tuesday, 14 September
For at least a couple weeks now, when walking home from work, I have been subject to the profoundly horrifying experience of hearing The Bangles' "Eternal Flame" in my head, over and over. Whether there is some unknown somatic trigger on my walk that I am unaware of or simply a troubling disorder of organic nature, this cannot continue. Why? Why this suffocating, mephitic song? Strong measures are called for. Tomorrow I will begin loudly singing The Fixx. If that doesn't work, I'll have to call in the big guns, like say Richard Marx, or, God forbid, Rush. I'll do what it takes.
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So long as the tune in your head stays positive, and it isn't a collaberative effort between Elton John and Tim Rice.
As a matter of fact, there's a little known Rush song about that very thing. It was before Neil Peart, who can use big words and rhyme, joined the band.
I think it went something like "Discarded-wig-transvestite dryer vent/You're so hot/You get hair in my beer/But I still like you a lot"
"Lewd hairdance" is the best phrase I have ever heard, and I will now try to somehow maneuver it into every conversation I have.
I love dryer vent smell. It can make even the shittiest songs take on a comforting lilt.
Something about dryer sheets turn me on. Whenever my wife wants some action, she cleans the bedding. And tosses in an extra dryer sheet.
Oh, jesus. Now that accursed runny cheese anthem has spilled into my subconscious. I need something peppy and infectious to blast it out immediately.
hmm...bangles = bad. may i suggest some herb alpert as the ultimate music-to-walk-by?
Or is this burning in eternal Flameeeeeee.e.e.e.eeee
You are a fantastic audience,
Thank you very much & hard...
P.s. my ass is rock solid hard...
Reach out & Touch...
Reach out & Touch...
Okay enough singing. I have to go now.
I can't believe somebody quoted Nick Kershaw, I loooove Nick Kershaw.
I don't know how big your poor dusty rubber plants are, but if you can lift 'em, toss 'em in the shower. Weekly watering + dusting all in one! (Wrap a plastic bag around the pot-top if you don't want to overwater)
You may resume singing along now.
You may have the Bangles, but I, *I*, have had the Bee Gees' "How Deep is your Love" in my head for the past several days, and it was REINFORCED on me today while in a local drug store.
I am cursed.
Jeebus, Skot, I nearly woke up the entire household with my laughter.
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