Monday, August 1, 2011

If it weren't for my horse, I never would have spent that year in college

In other aneurysm news, I would like "Carly Simon" to be listed as the official cause of death on my postmortem certificate.
Not because her music generally acts on the soul with the soothing subtlety of the woodchipper in "Fargo"--although I find the former statement to be true. No. It's merely because she had some dreams. They were clouds in her coffee. Yes, clouds in her coffee.

And, apparently, some bastard in an apricot scarf thinks that song is about him.

What an asshole.

Too bad I happen to agree with him.

Ummm...Carly? That song IS about him.

And now I resent you for making me side with an asshole.

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