today i pronounced myself winner of the national sun appreciation prize. after accepting my trophy, i brilliantly counterbalance the sadness of james blunt’s ‘goodbye my lover’ with death cab for cutie dance parties for one, with ‘marching bands of manhattan’ and ‘soul meets body’ on repeat. and repeat. a musical emotional roller coaster. all the while, dousing the salmon in the pan with the juicy juice from an orange stolen from my neighbors tree. it was hanging on my side of the fence, waiting to die. waiting for rob to come home from work to continue working.
i think about how i am now living an aveda free life. do not believe the hype. i wonder why there are so many burned tires on the freeway for me to run over after i nearly cut off my finger with a diabolical tape measure in long beach.
life is tricky. and its imperative to have a kick ass soundtrack to go along with it. and in order to bring about some forced irony, i am off to cue up tricky’s ‘#1 da woman’ for my neighbors over-listening pleasure. its always a good idea to sample the wonderwoman theme. always.
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