Home! Let me go home!
Are you in the mood for cheese? Because today that's what I'm bringing to the blogtable. I hope you're not lactose intolerant.
Here it comes!
This morning I woke up for work feeling hungover from apartment packing.
Living cardboard boxed life is a drag! The dour, musty scent of moving followed me all day like a bad habit, burdening my mood with its ominousness and looming chores of paperwork and heavy lifting.
Boo hoo hoo, woe is me.
These cursed intercontinental relationships are for the birds (those mad, black crows of Hitchcock, they are the only ones tough enough to handle them).
But, I digress from the cheese.
Arriving home, ole Lappy McMacBook, my trusty companion, must've noticed by pouty demeanor, and decided to strike a deal with Pandora to cheer me up. Over the river and through the little speakers came that classically happy, sappy tune, Home, by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros.
Three things make me think this song is Alex and my theme song:
1. Use of food and interjectory/nonsense words as indicators of a happy state
2. We don't have a real home. We are the worst newlyweds, remember?
3. Being together is most important.
So there you have it - cheesy. Ooey gooey stinky cheese. Watch this lyrics-video and it'll get even worse.
Here it comes!
This morning I woke up for work feeling hungover from apartment packing.
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| A mere sampling. Which box should I fill with the vomit I want to expel after looking at the this mess? |
Boo hoo hoo, woe is me.
These cursed intercontinental relationships are for the birds (those mad, black crows of Hitchcock, they are the only ones tough enough to handle them).
But, I digress from the cheese.
Arriving home, ole Lappy McMacBook, my trusty companion, must've noticed by pouty demeanor, and decided to strike a deal with Pandora to cheer me up. Over the river and through the little speakers came that classically happy, sappy tune, Home, by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros.
Three things make me think this song is Alex and my theme song:
1. Use of food and interjectory/nonsense words as indicators of a happy state
2. We don't have a real home. We are the worst newlyweds, remember?
3. Being together is most important.
So there you have it - cheesy. Ooey gooey stinky cheese. Watch this lyrics-video and it'll get even worse.
Added bonus: it is catchy enough to dance to in the living room even if my only dancing partner is some cleaning apparatus. Though, this version is far better to watch if you care less about the lyrics than I:
And if you're lacking a dance partner, too, stop by this place! Plenty of dance floor here, now that most things are packed up. Hm, guess there is one perk to all those boxes...
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