"Oh my achin' hands, from rakin' in grands and breakin' in mic stands." ~ Madvillain.
I really like that quote from Rhinestone Cowboy by Madvillain, mostly because it is the complete opposite of me.
Anyway, I'm pretty bored, and it's late, so I'll write something. I'm not exactly sure what yet, but I'm hoping it will come to me as I type this sentence out. Not yet, still nothing, oh wait.
So I was walking down the hallway at school last year, and I overheard two girls talking, walking in the opposite direction from me. The strange thing about it is, the only thing I heard them say before they turned the corner was "it will feel better if you put mayonnaise on it."
That really got me thinking, like "What is she putting mayonnaise on?" And also "Were they playing a joke on me?" I doubt it, because they looked like they were pretty into their mayonnaise-as-miracle-cure discussion. But those kind of things where my mind just loops in circles looking for a rational answer to a problem I know I'll never figure out bugs me. Maybe the girl had a strange rash that itched less when mayonnaise was applied. Maybe she used mayonnaise as some strange beauty secret. I have no idea, and I guess I never will. Its like one of those avant garde movies where the ending doesn't happen like it should, like the character doesn't solve the mystery, and win. I'm like that, except I'm not being shot in black in white or speaking French.
Well, that was my interesting story for the evening. Goodnight.
