October 08, 2003

Lalala Feeling Groovy...

I am in a weird mood today.

I think it's a defense mechanism.

I was in a bad mood last night (see the post "Set Yourself Free"), and am in a strange mood today. I am hoping to further evolve into either a good mood or no mood at all-at least that way I could calm the fuck down.

It started with the morning ritual known as "The Waking of the Partner Unit". My preferred method for waking him up is to start running from the bedroom door, jump just before the bed, and land squarely on him, thus arousing him from sleep.

Yes, I know. I am going to burn in hell for this behavior. I have already reserved my cocktail dress for my reception party they will be throwing me as my welcome.

This morning I did this ritual with the added bliss of singing "Good Morning, Good Morning" from "Singing in the Rain" at the top of my lungs, getting Ed the Evil One to howl along with me. And bless his heart, Partner Unit didn't threaten to kill me, although I did get a spanking for that.

But that's ok, I like them. :)

I took a shower, where I realized that I am a mixture of fruit flavors with my beauty products. Lavender soap. Honey-ginger body lotion. Orange-ginger shampoo. Sugared shortbread hand creme. If Yogi bear met me in the park, he would either fuck me ('cause I'm so cute) or eat me (since picnic basket fruity-licious). Walking into the other bathroom, I see Partner Unit struggling with my shelf of products. I have two shelves, he has one. His shelf has five things on it, my shelves are bursting with exploding beauty products.

Him: "Why do you have so much beauty shit? Look at my shelf, look at yours!"
Me: "I have to look pretty. You want me to look pretty, right? I need these products to do so."

Now he is not stupid. He knows there is no winning comment to this. If he says I don't need them, I will attack and say "What, you don't think I need to stay pretty?" If he thrusts and says I do, then I will parry back with "You don't think I am ALREADY pretty?" He was trapped. I knew it. He knew it. He knew I knew he knew it.

That's right, guys. Sometimes we set you up so that you will drop the subject (as he wisely did). Aren't we women bitches sometimes?

Progressed on to dressing, in which I selected a black turtleneck (I mean a real turtleneck and not a foreskin. Stay with me here, people) and a little bitty grey jumper (not a sweater, for my English friends. Like a pinafore. I just love that word. Pinafore. Say it with me.) Then I put on black tights and black knee-high, high heel boots. I looked like a cross between go-go dancer meets the sacrificial-Star-Trek-technician.

I loved it.

In the car, I was singing along to Dido's new CD. Looking at the CDs strewn about the front seat, I realized-my car is like Lilith Fair hopped up on estrogen. Dido, Sarah McLachlan, Michelle Branch, a cool Norwegian chick named Lene Marlin. All groovy chick music. If a guy got in my car, his dick would fall off and he would emerge with a dyke-y crew cut and a pair of Doc Martins.

Once at work, I once again feel apathetic. I have much to do, but feel thoroughly unmotivated since I may or may not be employed here in 5 weeks time (I am not alone. We are all thoroughly incapable of getting any real work done). So I decide to be a pain, and I start singing a song that is guaranteed to be stuck on my co-worker's minds all day.

I am now going to hide on the first floor with my computer, since everyone around me is annoyed they are humming said tune.

Say it with me, refrain only. Everyone else will take care of the chorus. Let yourself sing this. Then try it out on your colleagues. It's worth it.

"A wee-mo-wack! A wee-mo-wack! In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight!"

-H.

PS-thanks Sue, for the vicious idea of sing-alongs!

Posted by Everydaystranger at October 8, 2003 09:17 AM | TrackBack
Comments

Ok, I'm not laughing anymore...that damn song is stuck in there (my head that is)! AArrgh!!

Posted by: Sue at October 9, 2003 09:16 AM

I'm laughing my ass off over here! H, you are truly evil, and I absolutely love it!

Posted by: Sue at October 9, 2003 07:26 AM

I am telling you, my life was in danger shortly after lunch and my co-workers were still singing "A wee-mo-whack!" It got dangerous.

I am now in the Witness Protection Program.

But I was nearly lured by Jim's "Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog", then I realized-"The Big Chill" is so 1980. No one cool sings that anymore.

Posted by: H at October 8, 2003 07:51 PM

My concessions clerks have been serenading me with renditions of "I've got a golden ticket..." for four days now...I don't know what I'm going to do when the REMAKE of Willie Wonka comes out--homicide, perhaps?

Posted by: Susie at October 8, 2003 06:58 PM

It's spreading. I've infected my co-workers. I heard it coming over the cubical wall...

Posted by: Clancy at October 8, 2003 06:34 PM

Evil Evil people. In a semi related topic I have the "muffin man" scene stuck in my head.

Posted by: drew at October 8, 2003 06:10 PM

I have the dam Sanford and song (opening theme from the TV series) theme song stuck in my head. There are three of us living at my place, and I will start singing that song and then one if them if not both of them will all join in. I’m going to see if I can get it stuck in my coworker’s heads as well (evil grin)

Posted by: Agamemnon at October 8, 2003 05:32 PM

I live alone, and swear to god, every shelf in the tub area is full. And they're all desperately necessary for my sensual goodness.

By the way, you are clearly the devil. I'll be singing that all day. In meetings, no less.

Posted by: Kaetchen at October 8, 2003 05:30 PM

I had that song stuck in my mind last Saturday night. I told me girlfriend, "Honey, I have this song stuck in my mind and I can't get rid of it." She begged me not to tell her - she was afraid she'd never go to sleep if I did. And I was nice. (Nicer than you I might add.) Until the morning anyway. But even then I didn't REALLY tell her what it was, I just said [sang];

OOOOoooooOOOOOOOOOOooOOOOOOOooooooowhee-um-bumbawee

Posted by: Clancy at October 8, 2003 04:24 PM

I'm in a Perl Jam mood...

Jeremy spoke in.. class today...

Posted by: pylorns at October 8, 2003 03:42 PM

Having tons of beauty goop is definitely a good chick sign. The best part about having my husband in Iraq has been having the bathroom all to myself!

I'm glad that Ed howls along with you in the mornings. Dogs are good for that.

Posted by: Jennifer at October 8, 2003 03:35 PM

Oh yeah? Try this one on for size you evil woman:

Jeremiah was a bull frog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him a-drink his-a wine
And he always had some mighty fine wine

Go ahead, you know you can't resist it. Ah, here it comes now...Singing, Joy to the world...all the boys and girls...

Hehehehe

Posted by: Jim at October 8, 2003 02:02 PM

I think my room is also totally a chick room. I've got loads of beauty goop too. I so love the smells.

Posted by: Melodrama at October 8, 2003 11:09 AM
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