When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell…
Warning… this is going to be a blog of total random unrelated… randomness…
The Xmas “spirit” has totally descended on my office. I’m mot talking about tinsel or carols (although I have put up my little black tree on my desk) but a general sense of mayhem. This is the time of year where model airplanes come flying down the hallways and then crash into the walls, people wear hats that make it look like there is a turkey having a poo on their heads and modern art is created. Yup, yesterday in a fit of creative excitement, a friend (I’m not going to name names because I’m pretty sure we were NOT supposed to do this) and I laminated a teabag. I am considering it a symbol of being able to see what you want right in front of you (a cup of tea) but not being able to get to it because of the barriers in your life (plastic). I have stuck it to the pillar of destiny. My crowning glory came when Tom shouted, “leg it!” at one of the other marketing girls who came running past us. I misheard him and accused him of calling me a maggot. You don’t have to be insane to work here but it sure helps.
Apparently the “dusty” work in our house is now done. And after we attacked our letting agency like hungry panthers, we are now getting the house professionally cleaned today. I’m a little sceptical about how successful this will be since they are now also going to redo the ceiling in the ground floor bathroom today or Monday. In any case hopefully most of the dust will be gone and I will start to feel better because right now I still feel impressively grim.
I anyone else completely *lusting* the new All-American Rejects single, Gives You Hell? It’s a completely silly song with about as much substance as a rice cake but it’s so catchy that you only have to hear it once before it takes complete possession of your sanity. But this is what AAR songs do… they crawl into year ears and then sink their claws into your brain. Swing, Swing? Dirty Little Secret? Of course the video helps too since Tyson Ritter is half naked for most of it. THAT is never a bad thing. Check it out.
Oh and big excitement… Chiodos will be back in London in February, supported by none other than… Sonny Moore! I know Sonny is a strange and possibly disturbed little man but I absolutely LOVE his weird, gravely, nightmarish voice. Tickets have been purchased. I cannot wait!
