MNGR

This is your personal song of the day: Mark Ronson & The Business INTL feat. MNDR and Q-Tip: [mouthful, much?]Bang Bang Bang. Watch the vid before reading what I have to say.

By God, this song works like fuck (good fuck that is)!I particularly like the use of modern foreign languages that I can actually speak and the use of a french nursery rhyme that i actually understand too, however it's quite a sinister rhyme ("je te plumerai la tete" means "I'll pluck your head"...).

Now to the important part: my criticisms about the collaborators visually.

Mark Ronson

Mr Ronson's face reminds me of someone who used to go to my school in my year 11 class - it's not a good thing. However he cannot help this. Unfortunately for me.

MNDR

Upon first sight, you feel that MNDR should've originally been called MNGR. Although she actually isn't such a bad looker, some of the faces she pulls are kinda unattractive. See Fig. 1, 2 and 3 below:

Fig. 1

Fig. 2

(and for my personal favourite) Fig. 3

God, woman..

Q-Tip

I have nothing bad to say about Q-Tip. He has shiny metallic shoes.

That's a tune we can all dance to.

VANITY

Fuck, my blog looks hideous.

If you know how to change it back to like a simple plain background, tell me.

I thought 'wow this washing machine background looks well indie and shit.' yes it is indie - emphasis on the shit.

It makes me want to cry.

It makes me cry.

That was poetic.

Now to business.

I currently have no life burdens at the mo AKA college, therefore I have the time to be able to blog. I have also inspired someone to reblog. This turns me on a lot. With thanks to slutever, someone what they call a Cazz, now blogs again. Check it. It's rather good.

And the punctuation and spacing between

lines isn't random,

like mine.

She's also a good person. Cazz and I have history that goes back, despite us not remembering each other. We [allegedly] went to the same primary school together, where we suffered Tuesday hymn practice, dreadful Show and Tell paraphernalia (sticker from the dentist - no kidding) and the French teacher getting progressively browner over the four years.

The memory of Caroline disappeared for, like ever and then I meet this person at a party who says she is Cazz and likes women - ticks the box. And an exchange of numbers nearing the end of the evening means she texts me nearly every evening.

Dedicated.

Then these texts appear (Cazz speaks first)

Did you used to go to [enter primary school name] for primary school? X

Yes why?x

:) i thought i recognised your name. You used to sit opposite me for english next to [the person sitting next to me]. I think it was year five cos we were in [a teacher's] class. We used to be friends :) x x

This is the moment where my mind drew a blank. Shit. This is embarassing. I should really know who Cazz is. Frustrated, I ask the least helpful question in the whole wide world:

...Have you always had black hair?x

It's actually dark brownish but it used to be light brown. My full name is Caroline :)

FUCK!! Why does she remember me but not vice versa?! It annoyed me so much I had to ring Cazz up as texts can't show frustration too well and the memory of her wasn't coming to light.

Ugh.

My memory's amazing: tell me one thing and it'll go out the other ear. Then if you put me next to a person who has a similar memory capacity, we can repeat the same conversation everytime we meet, so we'd never run out of things to talk about!!

magic.