5 posts tagged “crazy”
There's something I need to talk about. I am psychic. For reals. But it kind of sucks. I can only predict the future in one circumstance. When the radio is on.
I am radio psychic. When I think of a song (or an artist), it (or he/she/they) comes on the radio. Like, immediately. It doesn't happen all the time, but frequently enough to make me go, "whoa! That is not a coincidence."
It happened yesterday. I was like "man, I would like to hear that one Fleetwood Mac song." And BAM! It was on! That one ... "Say You Love Me." (yeah, it's out! I like Fleetwood Mac! It's true!) I was like, SNAP! True story.
I kind of wonder if it is scientific. Like maybe my parents dropped me on my head as a small child, and I had to get a metal plate in my head (like the mom from Pete and Pete!), and it touches an area of my brain that allows me to interpret the radio waves just before they reach the radio antenna. Or maybe I have high levels of copper in my blood, which causes me to absorb the waves or something.
There is a street in my city called "Easy Street." Sometimes when I have to update someone's address I go "So ... you live on Easy Street?" And then I die laughing. And the people are always like "Yeah," really deadpan and annoyed like. I know they're thinking "Argh! I hear this like everyday!" Whatev. You moved onto Easy St. and you thought people would let that slide? No. Sorry. Not going to happen.
I wonder if it is in a bad neighborhood.
... with Little Known Facts About the Beebstm!
The Beebs' fur always looks like it is crimped. I have always wondered why she is so partial to this hair trend. I figured it out today. It is because she was born in the eighties! This is also why when she meows, she goes "like totally!" afterwards (I use the term meow loosely, she actually goes "MRA!!!")!
Just kidding! But here is a picture I just took so you could see her fluffy crimpage. It's not the best, but oh wells.
See it there on the gray part? Crimpy!
Dear Amazon,
We need to talk. Or I'll talk, you'll listen (figuratively). I can't help but notice you have a $2000 bottle of balsamic vinegar for sale. For reals. Yes, I understand it is 75 years old and it comes in a fancy box. Yes, I understand that it tastes super good (allegedly). But it's two thousand dollars. American dollars. We're not talking yen or something, like Y2000=$15. Amazon, I don't know if we can be friends anymore.
Yours disrespectfully,
Megan
P.S. Amazon, I realize that is not a yen symbol, but ASCII codes don't work here, nor does cut and paste. So I just put a "y" with strikethrough. Yeah, it's that kind of ingenuity that keeps me from spending $2000 on a bottle of vinegar, so in your face!