So, I have a tendency to think quite a bit and sometimes random thoughts float through my mind. Here are some thoughts. Please leave comments if you know answers to them:
1. Will boy bands ever make a comeback? It's almost the end of the decade. Time for a resurgence so everyone can mock them.
2. Why does "American Idol" suck so much? Seriously, it gives new meaning to gay.
3. Will Helen Mirren win the Oscar Sunday night? Do I really give a shit?
4. Does Frenchie find me as charming as I find him? Does he really understand my roommate and I? Or does he think we're crazy American girls?
5. What happened to Colin Farrell? He last appeared in Miami Vice last summer but hasn't been in any movies or gossip columns since. Just wondering.
6. When will my roommate finally move out so Frenchie can finally have a room of his own?
7. Do goth people wear all black for their entire lives or do they ever mix in some primary colors to spice things up?
8. Will I ever learn to keep my big mouth shut and quit pissing off roommates, music critics, and ex lovers alike?
9. Who changes those seasonal lights on top of the Sears Tower, John Hancock, and Merchandise Mart? Yunno, for Valentine's Day everything was red, for Super Bowl, the lights were Blue and Orange for the Bears, for St. Patty's day it'll be green....Who does that? Especially so quickly and efficiently? Do they take meetings to decide what colors to insert? Please let me know the answer.
10. Will the Postal Service ever come out with a new album?
11. Will the Brown Line ever run properly?
Friday, February 23, 2007
Semi-Rhetorical Questions for a Friday
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2 comments:
You are a total witch with a B. I think your writing is good but your subject matter sucks.
Get a life and quit living in a fantasy world.
You are too old for your new French boy. He is a babe in the woods and probably thinks you and your other roommate are like mother hens.
I am not a bitch. You spent 40 min. on my blog today. Obviously my subject matter fascinates you or you wouldn't read it. And if my French boy thinks I am his mother hen, that's fine by me. You take my writing too seriously. It's called entertainment.
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