I have Disney songs stuck in my head. Mostly that "Bonjour" song from Beauty and the Beast and "Colors of the Wind" from Pocahontas. Why?
I have not showered. I am such teh gross. If I do not watch out, I will turn into pussinboots, and paleontologists of the future will have to analyze my dirt layers so I can tell when I am of legal drinking age. And everyone will love me despite the smell (except those who won't), because I am pussinboots. Or, rather, some freakish hybrid, a sort of jenni_in_boots.
There is a bag in our fridge labeled "Dead worms marinated in gopher blood. DO NOT LOOK!"
I worry, sometimes.
dontbeatme, victory_radio, and several other humans are currently in the living room, hitting things with sticks and picking at strings to make sounds. They are making something that bears a strong resemblance to music, and I encourage all those in Houston to show up at Memorial's Battle of the Bands tonight, to hear them perform these covers of songs that most people have not heard of (for lo, they are Indie Fucks). And to throw produce at the other bands, for they are not as good. Mostly because there is not a pair of girls going by the name "Ovarian Ovation" performing an interpretive dance to their music, and because my brother is not in them.