Thursday, 23 July 2009

I love my love my love my calendar girl...

Oh, everyday of the year... can you believe it? Actual good music, on the radio of all places where it could possibly be in this day and age! I'm such an old woman, I love all the 60s hits as though I was alive then.  I dunno why, it's hard to explain.  Everything seemed genuine and just beginning to be Americanized and the production was so mono, and there were good, pretty melodies that didn't annoy the fuck out of you with their daft 'experimentality' and their 'ooh, look at me, I can sing 'hi-de hi, hi-de-ho' I'm in the charts, I'm such a pretentious ponce whose vocals and lyrics are so breathtaking and groundbreaking, ooh I think we've really touched new ground here with our fantabulous new hit single!' NOT.  Arggh.  The bands today piss me off so much, I don't even waste my time listening to them so why am I talking about them? Just think if I listened to their banal drivel.  That'd be about 4 minutes and twenty seconds of my life that I'd never get back from Kasabian or Kings of Leon or... whatsit... ugh, who gives a shit?  

   What really matters is that I managed to get some artwork done.   Oh, and I feel an obsession with Blur coming up, I've already begun to sift through the slash in the hope that there will be something suitably fluffy and not too lecherous, but if I thought Libs fic authors were bad, Blur ones are even worse! Even a fluffy lovely ill! fic seems too much to ask as they are incapable of doing even that.  Only dirty filthy sex scenes for them.  Ah, well.  I suppose I only have meself to blame, as I was on the Blurslash livejournal.  There aren't any others though! I guess I'll just have to write my own...  *alters grumble in displeasure and annoyance* However, my writing skills are supreme so expect it to be a combination of these descriptives: 
    appealing, ambiguous, lovely, fluffy, affection-filled, snuggly, etc.  I have become overly fond of the image of Damon Albarn in impish young English lad form because of a dream I had in which he and I were snuggling together in my bed.  He was ill and snuffly and was wearing this skintight navy blue longsleeved thermal top, and oh, his shoulders were so heavenly-gorgeous as he leaned in to whisper-mutter something in my ear.  The room was full of light.  Yesterday, I saw this video for the very first time along with several others that I thought never existed and it reminded me of my pleasant dream experience:




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