I've been told to get off my high horse a lot lately. It's funny how the stuff our grandparents said to our parents gets passed on down the line. Dad said that he didn't like it when grandma would say it to him. Then a couple of days after he told me that story, he tells me to get off my high horse. It's such a stupid saying anyway. When I decide that having children sounds like a good idea (paradox? I need to invest some serious money in a decent dictionary), I will definitely come up with a cool saying, like, "Stop being a little shit head." I think that gets the point across nicely.
I'm just kidding. If my kid's anything like me, they'll probably cry if I even call them silly.
God, Jeff Bridges' voice is so lovely. Speaking and singing-wise. I downloaded the song "Brand New Angel," which is sung by him for the movie, Crazy Heart. I fell asleep listening to it and another song in the movie "The Weary Kind," on repeat. I don't like country, but I could definitely get used to country songs like this. I'm a fan of any song that can put me to sleep with a little smile on my face. There has to be a smile on face too, because I listened to Green Day's new album at night several times and fell asleep before the third song every time. A rock album should never put you to sleep. I mean, unless you grew up living next door to a wanna-be rocker who "played" all night so often that you found yourself unable to fall asleep unless you were listening to crappy covers of "Smoke on the Water."
Fortunately, I did not. But Tricia did like to play her Sounds of the Ocean CD with the whale noises on repeat... that day of retribution is fast approaching.
Oh, and Robert Downey Jr. is a hottie. I've said what I needed to. That is all.
(Get off your high horse, missy... I mean, stop being a little shit head).
Damn.
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