i'm coming back from the dead
Jun. 2nd, 2005 05:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyIt's time to play Dear Impy again. Today's question comes from the crazy kid in the back of the room. Hey, crazy kid!
Dear Impy,
It's been positively ages since you physically forced me to listen a song I'd normally run screaming from. What do you suggest now that I've burned through all the songs I plan to get sick of this summer. And please, please make it odd, because it'll have to counteract some real crap. Thanks!
Thank you, crazy kid, for that thoughtful way of saying, "please whore me out a song or three." I will.
All of you should immediately run out and download/buy/beg me to send you You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us in Prison.
If the song title doesn't do it for you, well, why exactly are we friends? Because seriously, that alone is enough to make me curious. Oh, you want the band. Obviously you've been ignoring the obsessiveness going on over here. That's okay. I'll overlook it. My Chemical Romance. Yeah, shut it. You will listen to this song and I'll give you a reason to other than the awesomeness that is the title.
They all cheat at cards.
And the checkers are lost.
My cellmates a killer,
They make me do push-ups (in drag)
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself.
Am I losing myself.
But the absolute bestest thing? The giggle at the end. That's right. The giggle.
Now. Get thee to a copy of the song immediately.
Oh, and starting the day with a massive headache is NOT fun. Worse yet is spending every hour thereafter feeling like ice encased in fire and borderline pukey. It's June. I should not have spent the morning curled under two fleece blankets, huddled in the darkest corner of the house I could find, trying desperately to warm up while at the same time feeling like I was on fire.
Hrmm. I think the muse just bit me.
Dear Impy,
It's been positively ages since you physically forced me to listen a song I'd normally run screaming from. What do you suggest now that I've burned through all the songs I plan to get sick of this summer. And please, please make it odd, because it'll have to counteract some real crap. Thanks!
Thank you, crazy kid, for that thoughtful way of saying, "please whore me out a song or three." I will.
All of you should immediately run out and download/buy/beg me to send you You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us in Prison.
If the song title doesn't do it for you, well, why exactly are we friends? Because seriously, that alone is enough to make me curious. Oh, you want the band. Obviously you've been ignoring the obsessiveness going on over here. That's okay. I'll overlook it. My Chemical Romance. Yeah, shut it. You will listen to this song and I'll give you a reason to other than the awesomeness that is the title.
They all cheat at cards.
And the checkers are lost.
My cellmates a killer,
They make me do push-ups (in drag)
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself.
Am I losing myself.
But the absolute bestest thing? The giggle at the end. That's right. The giggle.
Now. Get thee to a copy of the song immediately.
Oh, and starting the day with a massive headache is NOT fun. Worse yet is spending every hour thereafter feeling like ice encased in fire and borderline pukey. It's June. I should not have spent the morning curled under two fleece blankets, huddled in the darkest corner of the house I could find, trying desperately to warm up while at the same time feeling like I was on fire.
Hrmm. I think the muse just bit me.
