Man, I'm boring. Boring. Last night, as the child bride was making yet another ridiculously good meal (she is the best cook ever), I found myself listening to Dave Matthews Band's "Live at Red Rocks" CD.
Fuck off, you. Dave Matthews Band is actually good -- it's the bulk of his fans that are blockheads.
Anyway, I was listening to "DMB," as the Abercrombie kids used to say (is that even a popular brand anymore?) and staring out the window at a beautiful sunset and it occurred to me that I don't really listen to music anymore. I have a collection of about 800 CDs, but somewhere in recent history I just stopped listening to them for the most part. And I think it's indicative of something about me -- I'm boring. I'm plain. I don't have as much depth. What happened to me?
Living in the same house as my mom is a lot like living with a pot head. If you leave anything in the fridge, it will be consumed within a few days:
"Mmm, I love French silk pie so much. It is so delicious. And now I have used $14 of my hard-earned dollars to buy a whole pie, which I shall enjoy for the rest of the week."
...Two nights later...
"What the? Where's my pie?!"
Coca-Cola plans to advertise in Welsh (sort of). I can't help but feel cynical about this.
One of the more popular elements to sweeps stories is telling people something that is common knowledge.
"When it's hot, don't wear a coat."
"Kids don't know a lot of stuff, so you have to watch after them or they'll get hurt"
Or, booze can make you fat. But the failure in the story about fattening cocktails is that it mentions old and busted fattening cocktails like the white Russian. It totally overlooks the new hotness cocktails that are so much more fattening -- like the Bacon-rita, or the Kahlúa Fried Cocktail (KFC), or a delicious Absolut Gravy. Help me out here, what are your favorite fattening cocktails?