GUYS, GUYS,
GUYS! everyone should be uber proud of me rn, ok? even though i bailed out on joining in the black friday madness. (YAY SLIGHTLY LONGER LIFE EXPECTANCY AND BENEFICIAL LIFE CHOICES!) i have huge news. like, epic-ginormous-slap-yo-momma-sized news. i...
COMPLETED MY CHRISTMAS SHOPPING IN UNDER ONE WEEKEND OF SHOPPING.
right?not only does this mean that unlike the rest of the masses, i wont be joining the mall rush any longer. especially on christmas eve which will be scarier than the occupy shenanigans. but now comes the challenging part. who do i
force bribe into doing all my gift wrapping? and it better be fabulous, bitches. oh it better be fabulous.
volunteers? anyone.... anyone?
dont make me pout.
in entirely unrelated news: i totes won out in my daily musical battle against the hipster that lives in the flat above me. to which you're probably like this rn:
but mark,
bubala, what on earth are you talking about?
well, my dear yiddish-speaking friends, i am merely discussing the continuous battle i have going on against my hipster-wannabe neighbor from the fourth floor. it seems that the schmuck is an aspiring musician who is in the process of creating his first band. (translation: he shops at urban outfitters, wears scarves year-round and thinks that hammering on a guitar qualifies as music.) now don't get me wrong- i love anyone that tries to pursue the arts or anything relating to music. and normally i look at aspiring musicians and am like:
but one thing i've come to learn over the years is that there's a fine line between people who are genuinely pursuing a love for music. and well, people who are just looking for a pick up line to add to their repertoire. which you know, to which i cant hate because lets face it. we're all trying to get laid at some point or another. but what my scarf-loving, badly-tuned guitar abusing buddy fails to realize every day is that his pretentious attempts at being cool is intruding on my precious sleep time. which is annoying in itself but i will say it right off the bat, i am not above musically cutting a bitch.
yep, that's right. this homie don't play.
anyways, before i start scaring off the neighborhood, as soon as i heard my neighbor's music start bleeding through the ceiling i took it upon myself to challenge his butchering of mumford & sons. so i pulled out my old keyboard, hooked up a speaker and went to town. needless to say a 15 minute piano set of nicola roberts, beatles and chopin totally trumped the dude's haggard vocals. also, it merited the cute little old lady that lives across the hall to pay me a visit and paying me thanks for playing 'something nice'. (i secretly hope she was shaking that thang~ to nnicola b/c you know, i would die at that mental image. ) but the conundrum i'm having is this my babies, while sweet musical victory is great. do i resign myself to having to duel this guy every other day when he decides to be creative. or do i make the effort to take a trip upstairs and find his doorway and
punch him offer to show him how to properly play the guitar.
or give him some headphones to plug into his amp.hm. choices...
i suppose that's a battle for another day.
or until i accidentally blast through the ceiling... but here's hoping i come out the victor or at least i'm not forced to get all kinds of sassy.
much x's and o's,
m.s.
you're the only song i want to hear
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