“So you comin’?”
“Ayep.” This is me with my country accent. I get it when I talk to Melissa, sometimes.
“Why aren’t you here?”
“Cause I can’t be both ‘on my way’ and ‘there’ at the same time.” Granted, that’s debatable, but this is a purely physical location sort of conversation.
“Right. So why aren’t you here? Or on your way?”
“I’m unfreezing my toes.”
“It’s Mississippi. My blood is genetically engineered to freeze at 31 degrees. It’s currently 25. So the blood in my toes is frozen. I can’t walk without breaking a toe off.”
“Dammit, woman. You’re not going to break a toe off.”
“You don’t know that. I have a wee toe that is more susceptible than its nine sisters to breaking off. I can’t afford to take the chance. It’s supposed to warm up. I’ll struggle through in five degrees, but only because I love you so much.”
“Just shut up and get the hell up here.”
“I will. In five degrees.”
“And you want to go to school in Iowa? You freaking wuss.”
Yes, yes I am. I’m sure I’ll hear all about it when I get up there, but for now, I’ve got to figure out how to get my frozen toes in shoes without breaking them off.
Cause I’m going to the country.
But in the mean time, I’ve discovered aggregate feeds. (I might officially be in the 20th century, technologically speaking, now that I have a text messaging package, too) With this new-found feed skill, I ran across this absolute gem.
I had forgotten how much I loathed Sebastian Bach (the lead singer of Skid Row, by the way, and not the composer.)
This is hilarious. But he drops the “F-bomb” too often for it to be work safe. Still, a very funny read, I thought.
Especially the part about critical acclaim, and his MySpace.* And his whining has-been attitude.
Hell, the whole thing is hilarious, actually.
See y’all in a couple of days!
*Warning. Clicking this link might cause your ears to bleed.