Dancing the polka with Miss El Cajon
James Christopher, I'm shocked at you for not catching the allusion to this gem from the great American songbook (courtesy of Canadian Alanis Morrissetteeeee)And every time you speak her nameDoes she know how you told me you'd hold meUntil you died, 'til you diedWell you're still alive I'm here, Chris, to remind you of the mess you made when you forgot Alanis. (So I'm just as pathetic as you)~The editor
What?! So, not only have I sunk so low as to admire the lyrics of a tawdry Colombian songstress, I now find I have reached the depths of admiring lyrics that were blatantly stolen from that insufferable Canadian. Oh, woe. I need to sit down.
I used to work with The Alanis' brother. Not entirely true, he worked in the Ottawa office and every so often he would send company wide emails (ie including Dublin) hawking tickets for his sisters concerts.Occasionally when bored we would reply asking for 20 'and did that include flights?'
Chad, that was his name.
That sounds like a comedy pick up line: "Hi, I'm Alanis Morisette's brother. Chad."Did his parents shoot their baby-naming creativity wad on Alanis that he was left with such a comparitively normal name?
Her other brother (her twin) is called Wade.
There's nothing wrong. Shakira absolutely rocks, plus she moves her hips in a pleasing way. I feel restless and warm, and I have to go now.
Actually, I heard somewhere that Shakira modeled herself heavily after Alanis. Or the other way around; I don't know shit, I just regurgitate it confusedly. Anyway, there's a connection. And I agree, it's a good line, but I'm also getting old. Thirty is staring at me from less than three months away.
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