This is the sort of irony that Alanis Morissette wasn’t singing about. This is horrible. Her first album, aptly titled Undiscovered, I haven’t ever seen the cover art for, and now that I’ve stumbled upon this piece of ninth-grade-googly-eyed-portraiture, I’m not sure that I really want to go looking for it either.
Seriously, Redemption? I don’t even need to listen to this to know it’s trash.
Maybe it appeals to the demographic...
The woman living across the street from me crosses herself and mutters a hail mary under her breath every time she sees me. She doesn’t do this with the other neighbours. She waves hello and will have a whole conversation, but always starts with this odd religious thing, as if I don’t notice. It’s been going on for about three months now. I was outside picking the weeds out of my garden today, and she came outside to get her mail - and there it was – the weird up down arm thing and then “hello, lovely day!” So weird.
Mum and I are pretending to be Supermodels one day last weekend and hamming it up for the camera. Happy Mother's Day! Love ya!
I have only been using Twitter for Eleven weeks and I am already furious that this is what I see when I try to log in. Seriously? Hurry the fuck up! Thanks for the cute image and all, but I have lots of time to waste!
Instead, I’m dancing around my kitchen, still half-furious that I can’t get my computer to work the way I want it to. It’s been almost three straight days of fighting with it, and though I seem to have beaten the system because of one problem, there’s another problem lurking around the corner that I still can’t seem to figure out. At one point in college, I knew a guy who we used to refer to as “Codec-Dave”, and it’s almost too bad that I don’t have his contact information anymore, because this is one of those times that someone with a name like his certainly might not be a bad person to have around. Then again, he was crazy.
Anyway, this is what I’ve been listening to for the past 20 minutes.
