Just had a cigarette outside and it's drizzling a little. I had hoped for rain today. Yesterday when I went out for my 9am smoke, the leaves were running down the street and it sounded just like rain on the roof.
There are so many comforts I possess right now in my day to day existence, but where does it go? To what do I owe this pleasure?
I hate the music she plays at work. "Hey Baby" by Gwen Stefani. *mumbles profanity* In high school, my close friend gave me a No Doubt CD. Wasn't really my style, but she was hot and fun, so hey. I dwelled on "Sunday Morning" for about a day and was ready to move on....to, you know, Plato and stuff. Music then was just background wallpaper. There was no expression, no talent. Now it fills my mind and moves me. I feel his lips when they touch the microphone and I sway without moving. You'd think, with all the emo-fucking-sensitivity, these teenagers would have better taste. Led Zeppelin moved a nation, and beyond. How can you listen to "Since I've Been Loving You", and not crawl to your loved one on bended knee and beg?? What a great song. Genius. Wish I was still young enough to enjoy it more with my body.
Anyway, onward to my rant. I'm so sick of hearing about football. Is it just me? It must be. This entire state is obsessed with men in tights. Even the women. I don't get it. There are so many better things to do than watch football. Read, write, peel an orange, take a walk. It's almost like watching a group of adolescents giddy to see which rat wins the race. At least make it worthwhile and bet some money. The bore of t.v. sports, sour beer, and brightly colored sweatshirts. I'd rather run in the corn the farmer still refuses to take down. And I knowwwww there are big spiders. It's still better than football.
I hope no one I know reads this. They likely enjoy listening to Gwen Stefani while watching tv football.
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