It's not OVER yet?!
I have to pee. Can we pause the Grammys while I empty my bladder? No? Bah.
What is this announcer on about? Dude, no, that cover of Across the Universe blew, it did not showcase anything except that the people who performed in it were really sweet. Well...at least nominally. (I should mention, and I should have mentioned in my last post, that Velvet Revolver was the "background" band for the song.) OKAY, STOP TALKING, CAN WE HAVE MORE MUSIC OR SOMETHING? Oh, well, I do like Brian Wilson. *headdesks* Great, now he's going on about downloading music. Let me tell you, buddy, my downloading music has not prevented ANY musician from "earning a living"; in fact, I had to bum money off my parents this weekend in order to pay for groceries and gas, SO YOU CAN EAT ME, AIGHT? Fuckin' a. I'm not gonna get into that right now, because I'm too busy still rooting for Green Day, but don't be surprised if I bitch and moan about it later like the priveleged middle-class white girl I am.
Oh check it out a montage! Because no Grammys award ceremony is complete with a montage of some sort. ...now I'm going to have "Gloria" in my head for the next, oh, DAY AND A HALF. Goddamn that song is infectious. WAIT, WHEN DID RODNEY DANGERFIELD DIE?! Fuck!! *beats head against wall* I really AM an asshole.
I'm back from takin' a wee (and dude, the toilet in my dad's basement bathroom is...fucked up, and it AIN'T my fault) and oh so THAT's who that pretty lady in the audience with the red hair is that I've been staring at all night. Bonnie Raitt. Whose name I think I might have spelled wrong. Tribute to Ray Charles, right? Sigh. I need to put aside my fan-girlishness for the moment and just say that ...ARGH, commercials AGAIN? YOU FUCKERS, I HAVE TO GO TO BED! I have to be somewhere at SEVEN tomorrow! Y'all suck. *HUGE HEAVY SIGH*
What is this announcer on about? Dude, no, that cover of Across the Universe blew, it did not showcase anything except that the people who performed in it were really sweet. Well...at least nominally. (I should mention, and I should have mentioned in my last post, that Velvet Revolver was the "background" band for the song.) OKAY, STOP TALKING, CAN WE HAVE MORE MUSIC OR SOMETHING? Oh, well, I do like Brian Wilson. *headdesks* Great, now he's going on about downloading music. Let me tell you, buddy, my downloading music has not prevented ANY musician from "earning a living"; in fact, I had to bum money off my parents this weekend in order to pay for groceries and gas, SO YOU CAN EAT ME, AIGHT? Fuckin' a. I'm not gonna get into that right now, because I'm too busy still rooting for Green Day, but don't be surprised if I bitch and moan about it later like the priveleged middle-class white girl I am.
Oh check it out a montage! Because no Grammys award ceremony is complete with a montage of some sort. ...now I'm going to have "Gloria" in my head for the next, oh, DAY AND A HALF. Goddamn that song is infectious. WAIT, WHEN DID RODNEY DANGERFIELD DIE?! Fuck!! *beats head against wall* I really AM an asshole.
I'm back from takin' a wee (and dude, the toilet in my dad's basement bathroom is...fucked up, and it AIN'T my fault) and oh so THAT's who that pretty lady in the audience with the red hair is that I've been staring at all night. Bonnie Raitt. Whose name I think I might have spelled wrong. Tribute to Ray Charles, right? Sigh. I need to put aside my fan-girlishness for the moment and just say that ...ARGH, commercials AGAIN? YOU FUCKERS, I HAVE TO GO TO BED! I have to be somewhere at SEVEN tomorrow! Y'all suck. *HUGE HEAVY SIGH*