So yesterday I'm sitting bareassed by our kitchen table eating plain blue cheese (Aura. I love it.) and wondering if I should have another drink of Vana Tallinn (great with coffee, great) while "Just a little crazy" was playing in the background. It's the latino-pop-song from Ark's "Burn the Sun." A marvellous song, though one of the gayest on earth.
And at that moment I had this "Wait a minute, is this really me?"-feeling. I felt more like a round, fat, cute man in a pyjama, guilting to gluttony. That was odd.
OK, the actual point in this thread, if there has to be one, is actually that I'm grateful to Toni as he violently introduced me to Ark. It didn't hit me in Toni's car, but now that I've listened to it at home. WWWÄÄÄW. Despite occasional terrible, TERRIBLE AOR-lyrics there's absolutely nothing wrong with this. Kuul.
And at that moment I had this "Wait a minute, is this really me?"-feeling. I felt more like a round, fat, cute man in a pyjama, guilting to gluttony. That was odd.
OK, the actual point in this thread, if there has to be one, is actually that I'm grateful to Toni as he violently introduced me to Ark. It didn't hit me in Toni's car, but now that I've listened to it at home. WWWÄÄÄW. Despite occasional terrible, TERRIBLE AOR-lyrics there's absolutely nothing wrong with this. Kuul.