You know when I'm trying to find an address like, say, 1166 West Georgia I don't remember numbers. I look at it and think 100 years after the Battle of Hastings West Georgia. That William. What a twat.
But then again music is all numbers. There are no notes, except for C in the middle. The rest are numbers above and below. I used to have the hardest time in music because they would say something like "improvise using an F# blues scale, when what they really meant was "improvise using the sharp three notes above C". That would have made a lot more sense.
Does 1166 West Georgia even exist? I could go outside and check, you know, but I won't.
I'm just not in the mood.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Every good boy deserves fudge
Posted by erin at 6:41 PM
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