band musings
2000-09-29 at 11:52:11
Ask me what band I play with.
C'mon! That's why we picked the name!
what band do you play wi- YOUR MOM.
HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! Seriously, that's what we named ourselves. It works really well if Greg says it because it just works for him. Like, blahblhablhphone pizza car YOUR MOM. Just sneaks up on ya..:) Yeah, band rehearsals are REALLY funny... and not just because Greg says such witty things all time - no, laugh-a-minute excitement is the result of our unique talents. Greg can - and does - play 2 recorders at the same time WITH HIS NOSE. I can burp really loud into the microphone - and I do, especially when someone has their head phones on. I can put my foot on my face. And I do. And for some reason, Buffi and I ALWAYS end up talking about our breasts. Every freakin' time. Greg just sits there, waits for a lull, then informs us he has male issues with our conversation.
And if anyone mentions the male anatomy, I get seriously grossed out. But it seems okay to discuss our boobs... and it gets REALLY funny. Not to anyone else, just in our freaky minds. Hey, this is the nice Mormon girl whose freaky corrupt band members are getting her to sing a jazz version of the Thong Song. I am so morally opposed to myself! But you should hear me - I sound pretty dang cool.
.........brain shift....
hmmm.... have I said too much? do you know more about me than I want you to? I'm relishing in my annonymity after last year... I love going my own way and not being recognized. Moving without eyes and ears following me reporting my every move to so many people. I don't trust you. I keep telling myself that... the problem is, I DO trust you. Whoever you are. I trust strangers better than I do most of my friends.
Being an extrovert can bite when you try to remind yourself that people stink.