Genghis Khan and his brother Don
Could not keep on keepin on.
We'll cross that bridge after it's gone
After we're way past it
~~~daily dylan~~~
So like, um who cries for Soul Asylum? Like, Trash does. Yes, when we get the Ipod it forces us to come to grips with our music libraries. And amongst the Survivor's Greatest Hits treasures and the bombs from the Lightning Seeds (ok, so I liked "Pure" that doesn't make me a woman -- stop looking at me like that, MOM, MAKE THEM STOP!!!!!) you find an album or two that you used to rock to, and to which deserve to be rocked to you again. OK, I tried really hard not to end the last sentence with a preposition and the entire result suffered for it. But, moving on, I'm RICK JAMES BEEEATCH. No, I'm not, but I did find Soul Asylum's Grave Dancer's Union among the flotsam and jetsom of my college cds. We used to get very drunk to this cd pretty much throughout my first three years at Georgetown. My buddies and I had special reverence for "Without a Trace" in particular. For one thing, I do a mean James Hetfield impersonation, or did when I smoked 8 packs of Davidoffs a day (I was such an affected little go-tard) and it sounds funny to perform Soul Asylum as Metallica. Also the line "I fell in love with a hooker, she laughed in my face. So seriously I took her, I was a disgrace" pretty much summed up a lot of Trash's bass ackwards love life. That was back in the days when "the crazier the better" was my acting rule of thumb, for whatever reason. That rule's a hard one to shake. Dunno why, just is. Crazy chicks are hot, it's just that simple . . . maybe. Anyway, it's Monday AM, and I'm up really early for no good reason. I have been for like 3 hours. I'm going to walk to work today, mostly because my legs are healing from the indignities of the winter and also cause it's a pretty day. I also am joining a gym. With all the medical woes of the fall and winter, Trash got mighty plump, unappealinginly plump, like got Han Solo frozen in carbonite in his basement plump. Gonna take six months to undo this, but that's what opiates and donuts do for one's figure.
So it begins.
Go wish Twwly a speedy recovery, you people. Sounds like her program got ruined a few days ago and she seems like a wickedly cool woman amongst wickedly cool women.
This is Trash.
Could not keep on keepin on.
We'll cross that bridge after it's gone
After we're way past it
~~~daily dylan~~~
So like, um who cries for Soul Asylum? Like, Trash does. Yes, when we get the Ipod it forces us to come to grips with our music libraries. And amongst the Survivor's Greatest Hits treasures and the bombs from the Lightning Seeds (ok, so I liked "Pure" that doesn't make me a woman -- stop looking at me like that, MOM, MAKE THEM STOP!!!!!) you find an album or two that you used to rock to, and to which deserve to be rocked to you again. OK, I tried really hard not to end the last sentence with a preposition and the entire result suffered for it. But, moving on, I'm RICK JAMES BEEEATCH. No, I'm not, but I did find Soul Asylum's Grave Dancer's Union among the flotsam and jetsom of my college cds. We used to get very drunk to this cd pretty much throughout my first three years at Georgetown. My buddies and I had special reverence for "Without a Trace" in particular. For one thing, I do a mean James Hetfield impersonation, or did when I smoked 8 packs of Davidoffs a day (I was such an affected little go-tard) and it sounds funny to perform Soul Asylum as Metallica. Also the line "I fell in love with a hooker, she laughed in my face. So seriously I took her, I was a disgrace" pretty much summed up a lot of Trash's bass ackwards love life. That was back in the days when "the crazier the better" was my acting rule of thumb, for whatever reason. That rule's a hard one to shake. Dunno why, just is. Crazy chicks are hot, it's just that simple . . . maybe. Anyway, it's Monday AM, and I'm up really early for no good reason. I have been for like 3 hours. I'm going to walk to work today, mostly because my legs are healing from the indignities of the winter and also cause it's a pretty day. I also am joining a gym. With all the medical woes of the fall and winter, Trash got mighty plump, unappealinginly plump, like got Han Solo frozen in carbonite in his basement plump. Gonna take six months to undo this, but that's what opiates and donuts do for one's figure.
So it begins.
Go wish Twwly a speedy recovery, you people. Sounds like her program got ruined a few days ago and she seems like a wickedly cool woman amongst wickedly cool women.
This is Trash.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
twwly:
Aw....
josephene:
*giggle* Trash, your comment made me laugh out loud, that's right, I LOL'd right here infront of my computer. Have a great night! BRISTOL this weekend, baby! 