Sunday Morning Subtle But Obvious Organized Self Abuse Swim Club

I have a lot of memories, I seem to not be able to shut up the monkey mind, I over analyze. I now get to do all that while learning to type.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

It’s Showtime

I woke up with “Shipoopie” (from The Music Man) this am. Now it keeps blending into the one from “H.M.S. Pinafore” about the sisters and the cousins and the aunts.

The Kings Keyboard truck pulled about about 20 minutes ago, and no, no kind benefactor sent me one anonymously. The neighbor across just got a gorgeous new, black, upright.
Jealousy (as I’ve mentioned before) is always my besetting sin.

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4 Comments:

At 11/16/2007 12:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

when you start hearing showtunes it may be time for a lobotomy!

 
At 11/16/2007 12:58 PM, Blogger Stella Magdalen said...

Yah except for the part where-

-I'd rather hear light musical comedy
than have a frontal lobotomy-

 
At 11/17/2007 11:55 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think I'd still go for the latter!!! That guy in Repo Man seemed pretty cool with it...

 
At 11/17/2007 1:55 PM, Blogger Stella Magdalen said...

Ok wait which guy? The scientist? Did I somehow miss him (in my 35 viewings of it) saying he'd self lobotomized?
I suppose that's what I get for staying stoned for 20 years
damn I am such a flippin' melon farmer.

 

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