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Good lord. I have that "Oh Susanna" song in my head. HOW did this happen?!? And WHY?

I think there's something wrong with my thinker lately. I keep coming up with the wrong words. Like a couple of weeks ago my friend sent me link to a picture of her friend Henry and two other people, and I typed back to her, "Is that Henry with the day?" What I meant to say was "with the hat." HAT does not equal DAY. WTF? Then earlier this week I was telling this friend about my plans for the Christmas party at work. "Yeah, I usually skip it, because I always have the excuse that I'm heading out of time." TOWN. I meant to say "heading out of TOWN." What's up with that? Pretty soon I'll be talking like Steve Martin taught me the language. "May I mombo dogface to the banana patch?"

I haven't decided when I'm heading home for Christmas. I was thinking about leaving on Friday the 19th, but now I'm thinking I'll wait until the next Tuesday or so. Don't know when I'm gonna be where yet either. I think my grandmother's going to go to my mom's in Chattanooga and we'll have Christmas there, but I'll still have to go to Starkville to see my dad. He's having a couple of minor surgical procedures on the 29th, so I know I'll need to be there then. Garrrgggh. Not sure how long I'll take off either. I gotta get this shit figgered out yo.

Date: 2003-12-12 10:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] taffetaroses.livejournal.com
woo go tennessee

Date: 2003-12-12 12:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wickedflea.livejournal.com
Woot! Almost as fine a state as Mississippi. ;)

Are you gonna get to go home for xmas?

Date: 2003-12-13 10:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] taffetaroses.livejournal.com
are you kidding me? ten million rabid canadians could not keep me in this frozen hellhole over christmas. i'll be home next friday.

What I need figgered out

Date: 2003-12-12 10:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asleeponsunbeam.livejournal.com
is the lyric "the sun so hot I froze to death" Is that a Southern thing?! ;P

xoxo
J

Re: What I need figgered out

Date: 2003-12-12 11:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wickedflea.livejournal.com
I ain't got NO idear! Did you remember that lyric, or did you look it up? :)

I like this one:
I thought I saw Susanna
A-comin' down the hill;
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye

No need to Google that one ;)

Date: 2003-12-12 11:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asleeponsunbeam.livejournal.com
I remembered that, unlike the Faith No More lyric, which would have made much cooler for remembering, but I digress.

I wasn't aware of the last lyric to Oh Susanna, but it's kind of depressing!

xoxo
J

Re: No need to Google that one ;)

Date: 2003-12-12 11:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wickedflea.livejournal.com
Yeah, it is. But at least she didn't have a tear in her mouth and a buckwheat cake in her eye! (We all know how painful THAT can be.)

Hey, mambo!

Date: 2003-12-12 10:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buscemi.livejournal.com
I've been mistyping words (hell, even miswriting) for years. I used to come up with some pretty strange stuff that way.

Date: 2003-12-12 10:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buscemi.livejournal.com
I was thinking of Toto at first. I just realized that's Rosanna, not Susannah. Hee.

Date: 2003-12-12 12:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wickedflea.livejournal.com
GAH! Now I'll have THAT song in my head! Thanks a LOT. ;)

Date: 2003-12-12 11:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dangerpest.livejournal.com
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Date: 2003-12-12 01:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wickedflea.livejournal.com
Yep yep! That's gonna be one of the first things I do on the way home. I might even hit the very first one I get to, in that little piece of Maryland you go through on 81. Yes, I know EXACTLY where the closest Waffle House is at all times. =)

Date: 2003-12-12 03:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miladyelizabeth.livejournal.com
OMFG I was the same way...when I had to go to a conference in DC, I drove down rather than fly so I could go to the waffle house once each way....LOL

Date: 2003-12-12 07:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wickedflea.livejournal.com
Awesome! I'm sure that's part of the reason I like to drive down too. That and bringing back BBQ and cheap cigarettes. :)

Date: 2003-12-12 11:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cierrablue.livejournal.com
I woke up with the song "The Night Chicago Died" by Paper Lace. How the heck did that happen? I think our brain waves are somehow linked to bad AM radio.

Date: 2003-12-12 01:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wickedflea.livejournal.com
Yikes! Next it'll probably be "Ode to Billie Joe" or something. ;)

Date: 2003-12-12 12:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ophelia427.livejournal.com
HAhahha I really enjoy 'the word usements that you structure' - Steve Martin, LA Story.

xooxoxox

Date: 2003-12-12 01:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wickedflea.livejournal.com
Hehe! Steve Martin rocks. =)

Date: 2003-12-12 03:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] invisibleflair.livejournal.com
Obviously you were thinking about me.

Date: 2003-12-14 01:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wickedflea.livejournal.com
It's true!!! =)

Date: 2003-12-14 03:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-am-in-here.livejournal.com
Awright, though I hate to admit it, Tennessee can be fun.

Also, I understand the word problem all too well. For instance, I was walking through Kmart, vigorously shopping, when I came across an impulse rack of batteries. I stopped, looked them over, and said to myself, "No, I don't need any doughnuts."
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