You've got a bloody right to sing.

So the weather here sucks balls. It's rainy and cold. If it does this in Newfoundland, I will boycott talking about the weather for ever. I won't give it the satisfaction of getting my attention.

It already has every other Canadian to talk about it all the time anyways.

Geez I'm sometimes so stereotypical.
My fall back conversation starter? The weather.
My fall back blogge post topic? The weather.

I think it must be that we get so much of it up here. You know, diverse weather. It's constantly changing on us so it never really gets old. Hmmm...it's odd that I don't have a "weather" tag. I have a climate one, but that is different. Get it right.

You know what are dangerous? iPods. And I don't mean that people wear them and get hit by cars, or wear them and suddenly they're blind to the world because they're searching for a song, or wear them and go deaf because they're too stupid to turn the goddam volume down (yes I'm talking to you dumbass at the front of the bus whos music I can hear through the music I'm listening to on my iPod), or wear them and fall off cliffs because the music in their ears drowned out the telltale sound of the cliff breaking beneath them.... No, I'm talking about when I'm out in public, maybe at work or in the mall and I've got the damn thing plugged into my ears and a really top notch song comes on and I have to catch myself before I burst out singing right there and then.

Sometimes just for a moment I can't catch myself and I end up with wierd stares because I just sang something like "Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead..." (Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen - though I sincerely hope you already knew that, and me telling you so was just redundant because that song is probably the most bomb song to ever be sung), and they're thinking, 'let's get outta here, there's some freak singing about her psychopathic murderings.'

So I guess the danger is that I may get put into a mental institution.

The music...I just can't suppress it. I just know I'm in for trouble when Bowie or Queen or Paramore or Supertramp or ..... (signifying endless list of artists) comes on.




So remember kids, the only fate you have is the one you take for yourself.
Peace.