I think I'm going to do "Manic Monday." I just looked at the lyrics and for the first time realized that instead of being just a "wow I hate working" song, it's also a "oh my god the economy is in the craphole and my boyfriend's a good shag but totally won't get a job" song. Depressing!
"Having sex with him was the same as eating a slice of plain Wonder Bread while looking in the window of a Crate and Barrel."
And the best ever conversational exchange:
Kid #1: Paper beats rock. BAM! Your rock is blowed up!
Kid #2: "Bam" doesn't blow up, "bam" makes it spicy. Now I got a SPICY ROCK! You can't defeat that!
You can get it online, or in meatspace, at McNally Robinson, on Spring St near Mulberry. Hopefully, it will invade other locations shortly.
Love, when you hold me in your sway,
the Jersey barriers of the everyday
Maddeningly dissolve away--
All that's concrete loses traction.
And every word with which I'd say
A simple thing in a certain way,
Turns to a Latinate fotheringay.
Love, you drive me to abstraction.
I was mildly pleased by the ditty above until the OED revealed that it does not consider "fotheringay" to be a word. Why then is it in my mental glossary as a synonym for frippery? Am I channeling a character out of a nineteenth century novel? Am I simply insane? Has anyone else heard this word?