Diff'rent Strokes
Sep. 19th, 2003 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
philrancidOne thing I realized as we were building the bunk bed, is that I hate musicals
Easy, now! Not hate like I would kick a hole in the screen that dared show one, but a new hate, a strange hate, like the one I reserve for the inlaws--I hate them till I'm near them, then I am okay with them, and even might enjoy them a bit.
S'cuse--issues much?
Chey was watching Oliver! with the twins, and I could hear it in the next room, and I kept a running dialogue with Amanda about how i was being annoyed by it all:
"They're fucking dancing again, aren't they?"
She laughs, not looking up from her cut marking, "Yeah. They're dancing again."
"And that! What Is that? Is that a fucking piccolo?"
Laughing harder, she tries to reply," Yeah, I think it is..."
"Ugh!"
Goddamn buncha happy bastards all flying around singing shit and being merry--yuckypoos.
But then again, Amanda is terribly irked by the fact that I on occasion lobby for favor-repayment in the form of permission to view Monster Dog, with Alice Cooper, or the purchase of some new horrible zombie flick. Although they are quite the learning experience. Without Street Zombies, I would have never really known about the special-effects applications of wet pantyhose.
LMO
Easy, now! Not hate like I would kick a hole in the screen that dared show one, but a new hate, a strange hate, like the one I reserve for the inlaws--I hate them till I'm near them, then I am okay with them, and even might enjoy them a bit.
S'cuse--issues much?
Chey was watching Oliver! with the twins, and I could hear it in the next room, and I kept a running dialogue with Amanda about how i was being annoyed by it all:
"They're fucking dancing again, aren't they?"
She laughs, not looking up from her cut marking, "Yeah. They're dancing again."
"And that! What Is that? Is that a fucking piccolo?"
Laughing harder, she tries to reply," Yeah, I think it is..."
"Ugh!"
Goddamn buncha happy bastards all flying around singing shit and being merry--yuckypoos.
But then again, Amanda is terribly irked by the fact that I on occasion lobby for favor-repayment in the form of permission to view Monster Dog, with Alice Cooper, or the purchase of some new horrible zombie flick. Although they are quite the learning experience. Without Street Zombies, I would have never really known about the special-effects applications of wet pantyhose.
LMO
