A Running Commentary

Here I am: in bed, listening to Karnivool, watching my puppy lick her feet and pant heavily.


Don't worry, here comes Regina Spektor. My friend tells me his friend fancies Regina Spektor, as does he...I'm about to google her. He tells me she has magnificent breasts, just like Meg White. She's the guy from The White Stripes broken drum machine - buuuurn. "I hear in my mind / all of these voices / I hear in my mind / all of these words"... etc. Here we go, Google search in process. Fair call boys, they're some impressive tits.


The Fratellis - Cuntry Boys and City Girls. How aptly titled, poetry in motion. I'm sipping my tea and I want to flick forward on my 'not an iPod' iriver. I'm going to do it.


Oooh, Girls on Film - Duran Duran. Flick again, not in the mood for ridiculous


The Darkness. God I'm lame. Try again.


The Ramones - Blitzkrieg Bop. Respectable, but i'm not feeling it. I often pass up The Ramones because it doesn't sit well as everyday music for me...what a load of wank...


Fiddycent. Totes! I'm so one of the cool kids. CANDY SHOP! i love a thinly veiled metaphor. This song is the ultimate in slut dancing. I'm well aware that I'm being objectified, or laughed at as the whale that's shaking her fat arse, but can't help but pull out some pole dancing style slut macarena when it's on.


Flick, flick, flick, flick. I like some really embarassing music. Case in point:


'OOOh, isn't this, exactly where you'd like me... praying for loooove in a lap dance".... PANIC! at the disco. I like them better with the exclamation mark.


Muse - Apocalypse Please. My friend is involved with Matt Belamy. It's true. She followed the band around the countryside. She's awesome. As am I; by association.


Ahahahha. The Decemberists. Sea shanties. Gold. Such fascinating lyrics, with incredibly emotive music: everything is just so vivid. I think it is anyway. I struggle with having any conviction. I'm not sure whether it's really self doubt or lack of a willingness to argue. Tricky, if only I had money to have someone shrink my head. The pooch is asleep now. Check her out. Chest goes up, chest goes down, chest goes up, chest goes down - so much faster than a persons does. "So be kind to your mother."


NEXT SONG. The Mint Chicks - Ammie. They're wonderful, but I'm flicking.


Winner. This has become a song I never flick past. In fact, it often gets played twice. Just for the lyric "suede denim secret police". I just discovered that there's a band by that name. Should have figured that. I wonder if they're any good. I'd be a punk, but i'm too poorly informed and I don't have the time or inclination to be otherwise. Plus, I like trashy pop much.


Case closed - Chest by Operator Puh-lease. Cracking with often-nonsensical lyrics and a blistering pace, it's pretty much impossible not to dance. I've been in a pub with a friend and I swear we almost got kicked out coz we took up the vast majority of the d.floor yelling out a bit of one of their songs. Damned if I can remember which bit. The memory is pretty clear apart from that. Surprising, my nights on the sauce aren't often recollectable. One of the singles...Just a Song about Ping Pong? Probably. Cheater! Liar! that bit...I think.


You Owe Me an IOU as performed by Hot Hot Heat. I've decided that Hot Hot Heat are bitches. Have you ever listened to some of their lyrics. Horribly cliquey and rude.


Steve and his Conscripts. The Straights of Gibraltar. Fucking get that into you. Imagine it, it's cold spaghetti bol, you've gotta eat it because it's wasteful and dumb if you don't. It's just like it's not untasty, because of the delicious meaty sauce, but the cold pasta is a little much. You'll get similie


The cast of Chicago - the hollywood film version - are now singing We Both Reached for the Gun. A friend of mine and my good self were wasted one night. Singing this song...possibly this song...it could have been Roxy, but same difference essentially. Anyways, we were singing show tunes in a totally drunken way...and then this guy said something to me. I assumed it was demeaning, because that's how high my self esteem is. However, it wasn't until after I punched him in that nads that my friend informed me that he was just being sociable. For this I am not sorry. Luckily for me, turns out he's a knob anyway. Perhaps he got that way from being socked in the testes in his first week of uni, but who really cares. Kid's an arsehole and I'd wager that he was like that before I touched him.

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