I have a crisis – possibly a major crisis, but at least an urgent crisis – on my hands and I don’t care. Or at least, I can’t concentrate on caring long enough to do much about it. It’s all His fault. Falling in love should qualify as a disease so you could get sickleave. It’s certainly debilitating.
Voice in my head: Patsy Cline, she keeps singing “I’m in love, I’m in love with a wonderful guy, that’s what’s the matter with me” which is too true for words, but then she continues “I’m in love, I’m in love with a wonderful guy, but he don’t care about me” which is – allegedly – not right, so I keep having to make her stop and go back. It would probably be easier to concentrate if she were right, actually. Not that I’m really complaining, you know, quite the contrary, really. My employer might, though.
Update: She’s started singing “she don’t care about me” now, which makes no sense whatsoever. Perhaps she’s annoyed with me for trying to correct her all day.
Now you’re starting to worry me. Unless you’re talking about correcting Patsy?
Correcting Patsy, obviously. Who else? What are you talking about?
More to the point, what did you think I was talking about?
*curious*
You correcting you and talking/singing about yourself in the third person. Either of those would be perfectly normal, mixing them is slightly disconcerting. Not that it’s that unfamiliar to me… (cough)
Never mind me, I was just up too late last night, reading.
Oh. Ok. See what you mean. No, just correcting Patsy – trying to point out that if she’s going hang about in my head singing, then at least she could make the lyrics appropriate to the situation at hand. That’s perfectly normal, surely?
Oh yes, altering lyrics to fit the situation is quite normal. I do it all the time stupidsupergirl, love hate to see you sad, etc etc). So, at least it’s normal to me.
Love perplexed is still better than no love at all, I think. Hope it works out for you. Nice site. =)