Sweater, check.
Coat, check.
Backpack, check.
Three minutes into my walk to work I was attacked by an upper middle back itch from the shady side of the river styx. Despite my best efforts to defend myself (cut to: grown man on sidewalk clumsily reaching for the pretty arrow in his spine) I couldnt reach it, "Almost... there...".
Then this arrives on my walkman: Young Folks
A good song, but not a good song when you cant scratch that itch. There's a tambourine-y thing in the beginning that sounds exactly like itching, and that whistling just sings, "I'm a little itch you cannot reach! You can try but you will fail. Did you really think that you could scratch me?"
Friday, March 6, 2009
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2 comments:
Check your shoe laces.
Are you prepared for the break?
Mentally, yes.
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