November 5th, 2004

this is me

wearin' buckets of stale cologne

gonna take your mama out all night
yeah we'll show her what it's all about
we'll get her jacked up on some cheap champagne
we'll let the good times all roll out
and if the music ain't good, well it's just too bad
we're gonna sing along no matter what
because the dancers don't mind at the new orleans
if you tip 'em and they make a cut

do it
take your mama out all night
so she'll have no doubt
that we're doing oh the best we can
we're gonna do it
take your mama out all night
you can stay up late
'cause baby you're a full grown man

I probably shouldn't like this song so much. Damn you, Scissor Sisters! Damn you and your mothers, too!

(In other news, I am now on to plot four. Will this ever be completed? Well... we'll see. Goal for this weekend: 8000 words. Will I do it? Probably not.)

I talked to Crush A today. That was excruciatingly painful. (This isn't who you all think it is. Trust me on this.) Mainly because we got into an arguement about the election and I practically began crying (well, not really) and she was mocking me. Hmph. Girls. I say we take away their rights. See how they like them apples!
  • Current Music
    Scissor Sisters - Take Your Mama