i am officially a fan of fans in the fall. tossin' around a dusty breeze. i am also a fan of my night tonight. solitary red baron 4 cheese feast, coors (if it's not the wine-aid it's the rocky mountain water) newly acquired jazz records played atop an overall tame debate. i always forget that debates just end up being about who can get in the biggest one-liner, wasn't drunk enough. even though i totally back obama, he's still a politician and that always ends up disappointing me for whatever reason. pssh, whatever- don't really feel the need to get into all of that nonsense more than that little attempt at a rant.
my nephews are still toe-headed spazzwads. brayden climbs me like a malleable mountain, while bennet repeats "snake!" over and over. they're a blast, but i never know what kind of impressions i leave on them, but then again i never know what kind of impression i'm leaving anyone. and i know they're just lil' tykes. maybe it's just funny to think about someone else only associating you with tickle attacks, crazy faces and noogies.
it is frightening how real this song is.
I'm right here, in my fantasy world
Setting up all my toys
And making movies and songs
In my fantasy world
It's Friday night and Saturday morning
In my fantasy world
Sitting near piles of clothes and drinking a soda
With a slice of pizza, in my fantasy world
And some candy in my fantasy world
Watching videotapes and cable television
Making up characters, in my fantasy world
And they fight with each other
And they speak in funny accents
In my fantasy world
And we go out after, and get a cup
In my fantasy world
I laugh at my own jokes in my fantasy world
And wait for your dad to come home
In my fantasy world
In my fantasy world
I accidentally unplugged it in my fantasy world
And we gotta go back there,
where there's dust, behind the television
Somebody's playing with a doll in my fantasy world
In my fantasy, in my fantasy world
It's easy in my fantasy world
I am a special guy in my fantasy world
4 comments:
what the fuck is that song?
a poem you wrote for the poetry slam?
you look like brayden. thats the impression you leave on him.
that's a cute song
well it wasn't the first time i have been in that kind of situation. i am quiet whenever i am around people i have just met. so every time in some new social circle when there is some macho man who likes to perform and look cool he usually says something rude to me because it's my duty to show him a giggle.
i didn't laugh at him because eventually he gave up and walked away. probably exclaiming to his friends... "damn this girl out there. she's a bitch. fuckin' rude, man." i don't even have to say anything at all.
it's lousy being coined that person in the room but hey... someone's gotta mute the asshole!
pissed jeans dude. they don't uh..cut corners. no sugar coating.
"i'm a special guy" is the best part. also
while bennet repeats "snake!"
was the best part of this entry.
welcome back kotter.
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