(dave, dont even bother reading this. your hate for fall out boy goes too deep for redemption and i dont want feel responsible for the aneurysm you'll have if you read on.)
I've been listening to the new FOB cd, Infinity on High. I like it, and I dont like it. Some of the songs are rock-my-world fantastic and some of them are i'd-rather-watch-grass-grow boring. Regardless of how good or bad anyone thinks their new songs are it is clear that they are and always were great musicians pop-sensation or not. Infinity on High satisfies as expected with the cleverly cynical lyrics from the King of Emo Pete Wentz, the hard hitting beats from drummer Andy Hurley, and the intensely sexy chord strumming from lead guitarist Joe Trohman. I think the division of fans will come from what I think is a notable change from their pop-punk sound to a more R&B inspired sound that is expressed through Patrick Stump's sultry vocals.
I had my own theory about FOB's soulful, new sound but Dominic disagreed. Our discussion went something like this:
Me: "Wow, Patrick's voice is so full of soul on this new album. Do you think Jay Z, Baby Face and the other brothers fall out boy worked with took Patrick on a trip through the Dirty South, where they ate fried okra and collard greens, then hollered "hallelujah" at a black baptist church when Patrick magically found his soul?"
Dom: "No, Nicole, I think it has more to do with Patrick's raw talent, years of practice, and his affinity for Jazz and R&B"
Me: "So you dont think Patrick is going to leave the band to use his voice to sing Jesus's praise from the pews of a southern baptist church in 'ouisiana?"
Dom: "No"
With my ear against my husband's gurgling belly: "I think there's a man with a machine gun in there."
Husband to me: "let me hear your belly."(listens)
"I hear a man in a sombrero making tortillas"
why is it totally acceptable to use gas station restrooms when you're on a road trip but not if you're just driving across town?
Many of you have accused me of not conforming for the sake of not conforming but i'm here to tell you that that simply is not true. i'm actually quite good at conforming, sometimes i even prefer it; like when i pee in toilets instead of public places. But for your stupid consumer driven bullshit holidays i cant seem to find reasons to participate, especially this one. That other consumer holiday i can at least find some speckle of substance in. But this one? Seriously, do you know how many diamonds were purchased today? Well, I dont know but I'm sure the figures are grotesque. Here are some other figures that might make you yack, or if you're one of those people who wishes someone would spend money on you today it may send you into a downward spiral of depression and i hope you choke on chocolate.
To those of you in relationships: i hope that you arent counting on v-day baloney to confirm your love and if you are you have no clue what love is.
To my one and only: thank you for not saying "i love you" today, you are my everything.
I think wiffleball is the funniest word in the english language.
I got hit in the face with a wiffleball bat in 5th grade by Cris Saenz; that wasn't so funny.
what's the funniest word you can think of?
You might recognize #4, its also the coolest STD tattoo, ever!
UPDATE: we got bumped. but we still have the most awesome STD tattoos.
The sun is shining, the snow is melting, and this little mexican icicle is finally defrosting. Even if its only temporary I'm going to praise the lord for this one.
As many of you know Oni's little life has been chock full of adventure. As his
"parents" Dominic and I have come to accept this but nothing could have prepared us for what happened yesterday.
Oni and I were hanging out all morning when my sister-in-law, Kirstie, and her boyfriend showed up. Shortly after they arrived Oni became very lethargic. At the time I just thought he needed a nap but when I went to take him for a walk he wouldn't even pick up his head. What dog doesn't respond to the W word? Strange as it was I still thought he was just sleepy so I picked him up to make him walk but he couldnt. He tried but his legs wouldnt work. MY DOG'S LEGS WOULDNT WORK!
I started thinking about our morning and wondering if he could have eaten something poisonous. The only time I wasnt watching him was when he was with Kirstie and Victor but by this time they had already left so i couldnt ask them what he might have eaten. I looked around for a half eaten bottle of pills or anything but I only found dog vomit. As I cleaned up the puke I did something without even thinking about it, something I wouldnt normally do, I smelled his puke. Yes, I picked up Oni's vomit and put it to my nose when I discovered my little guy's problem. His barf smelled like like a 420 convention. You guessed it; the ganga, the wacky tobacky, giggle weed, reefer, herb, MARIJUANA. But how much had he eaten? And who the fuck left weed where my dog could eat it? And how could someone let that happen? And what's going to happen to my dog? Will he die? Should I induce vomitting? Do i know how to induce vomitting?
I called Dominic and histerically spewed out my million questions. He searched the internet and we found some comfort in the information he found. It said to keep the little guy warm and hydrated and just wait for it to pass. But it also said to keep an eye on him incase he went comatose. So i took reefer dog to work and watched as he slowly; very, very slowly, sobered up. The whole process took nearly 36 hours.
But oh no, that's not all, there's more: in his drug induced state he forgot to react to the swat of a cat claw and got it right in the eye, his GOOD eye. Luckily, or unluckily, we've been through this before and had some prescription drops left over and we began treatment immediately.
Tonight, he's back to his crazy antics and I couldnt be more happy to see him alive again. We think his eye is going to heal up fine too.
Needless to say, Kirstie and Victor feel pretty bad about the whole thing and will hopefully be making safer choices about drug use.
Life comes to you when Life is not bothering you.
So is it open ended or revolving?