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lizblackdog) wrote2005-11-13 02:11 am
lizblackdog) wrote2005-11-13 02:11 am
If you call me "honey", honey, I'm gonna cry
Am tempted to post the lyrics to this song, it's just so very perfect.
Strange day. I'm coming into one of my depressive spells (note to self, pick up tablets on Monday) so all I really wanted to do was lie around and drink coffee, but I had to go and join my family for the evening to celebrate youngest sister E's birthday at Cafe Rouge in Westbourne. Luckily it was brief, since other sister T is in whelp and grouchier than usual - none of us thought that was even possible, but apparently it is. Also she and Mum entertained us by discussing childbirth over dinner while sister E (who feels like I do about reproduction) and I made puke faces at each other over the bread rolls. T didn't notice, she was too busy complaining about the smell of garlic and cooing over the screeching snotgoblin some other patrons had thoughtfully brought in with them.
That sound you hear is my Fallopian tubes spontaneously tying themselves...
Odd random conversations. On the way over to Mum's with the dogs, I stopped to buy sister E a box of fudge from a little stall selling it outside M&S - the bloke on the stall admired Spike when he jumped up, and that led into a long conversation with him and his partner (the vibe I got was that of more than just a business partner, but who knows) about their new Vizsla puppy, which they're feeding raw... the partner handed off the box wrapping to the first guy and came round to squee over Squish and discuss organic butchers, offal and RMBs with me instead. The puppy's named Candy because they make their living selling fudge - hope I get to meet her some time.
And later, on the way home from Mum's with the dogs, stopped to chat to a friend on the Castlepoint car park maintenance crew, and ended up discussing BDSM and kinky sex at 2am in the car park. (Discussing, not having - sorry to disappoint, but I did have the dogs with me and he was on the clock...) Told him when and where to find the Bournemouth Munch, though - with a bit of luck he'll come along to the next one.
Today I owe thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ulva, photocat_0923 and james_the_evil1 for cheering me up, and especially to topbit for kindness above and beyond the call of duty. Thank you.
How long you been workin' here?
Well what do you know about that?
Its been thirty years or so
Since I bothered lookin' back
It was right in front of me
But now I'm runnin' behind
To get my butt caught up well I need a cup
Of the nastiest shit you can find
How bad's the coffee?
How good's the pie?
If you call me "honey"
Honey, I'm gonna cry
A whole lot of sugar
A little pinch of salt
You cut my bitter
With your sweet talk
I don't want no cappuccino
A whole lotta latte won't get me through
I got an iron will, and a gut like a still
I could use a stronger brew
One eye doubles my eyesight
So things don't look half bad
Be twice as good, honey, if I could
Even make you a little bit mad
How bad's the coffee?
How good's the pie?
If you call me "honey"
Honey, I'm gonna cry
A whole lot of sugar
A little pinch of salt
You cut my bitter
With your sweet talk
I would call you an angel
But honey, you'd know better than that
Just a trucker's dream with a coconut cream
And a nasty old cup of black
Not a word about faded glory
Not a trace of bitterness
You leave irony to the likes of me
Cause we don't share your finesse
How bad's the coffee?
How good's the pie?
If you call me "honey"
Honey, I'm gonna die!
A whole lot of sugar
A little pinch of salt
You cut my bitter
With your sweet talk
Edit: Listen to it yourself, it's fuckin' great: http://s62.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=33IQT5J5IOTGB1YHHOT6HG2M68
Strange day. I'm coming into one of my depressive spells (note to self, pick up tablets on Monday) so all I really wanted to do was lie around and drink coffee, but I had to go and join my family for the evening to celebrate youngest sister E's birthday at Cafe Rouge in Westbourne. Luckily it was brief, since other sister T is in whelp and grouchier than usual - none of us thought that was even possible, but apparently it is. Also she and Mum entertained us by discussing childbirth over dinner while sister E (who feels like I do about reproduction) and I made puke faces at each other over the bread rolls. T didn't notice, she was too busy complaining about the smell of garlic and cooing over the screeching snotgoblin some other patrons had thoughtfully brought in with them.
That sound you hear is my Fallopian tubes spontaneously tying themselves...
Odd random conversations. On the way over to Mum's with the dogs, I stopped to buy sister E a box of fudge from a little stall selling it outside M&S - the bloke on the stall admired Spike when he jumped up, and that led into a long conversation with him and his partner (the vibe I got was that of more than just a business partner, but who knows) about their new Vizsla puppy, which they're feeding raw... the partner handed off the box wrapping to the first guy and came round to squee over Squish and discuss organic butchers, offal and RMBs with me instead. The puppy's named Candy because they make their living selling fudge - hope I get to meet her some time.
And later, on the way home from Mum's with the dogs, stopped to chat to a friend on the Castlepoint car park maintenance crew, and ended up discussing BDSM and kinky sex at 2am in the car park. (Discussing, not having - sorry to disappoint, but I did have the dogs with me and he was on the clock...) Told him when and where to find the Bournemouth Munch, though - with a bit of luck he'll come along to the next one.
Today I owe thanks to
ulva, photocat_0923 and james_the_evil1 for cheering me up, and especially to topbit for kindness above and beyond the call of duty. Thank you.How long you been workin' here?
Well what do you know about that?
Its been thirty years or so
Since I bothered lookin' back
It was right in front of me
But now I'm runnin' behind
To get my butt caught up well I need a cup
Of the nastiest shit you can find
How bad's the coffee?
How good's the pie?
If you call me "honey"
Honey, I'm gonna cry
A whole lot of sugar
A little pinch of salt
You cut my bitter
With your sweet talk
I don't want no cappuccino
A whole lotta latte won't get me through
I got an iron will, and a gut like a still
I could use a stronger brew
One eye doubles my eyesight
So things don't look half bad
Be twice as good, honey, if I could
Even make you a little bit mad
How bad's the coffee?
How good's the pie?
If you call me "honey"
Honey, I'm gonna cry
A whole lot of sugar
A little pinch of salt
You cut my bitter
With your sweet talk
I would call you an angel
But honey, you'd know better than that
Just a trucker's dream with a coconut cream
And a nasty old cup of black
Not a word about faded glory
Not a trace of bitterness
You leave irony to the likes of me
Cause we don't share your finesse
How bad's the coffee?
How good's the pie?
If you call me "honey"
Honey, I'm gonna die!
A whole lot of sugar
A little pinch of salt
You cut my bitter
With your sweet talk
Edit: Listen to it yourself, it's fuckin' great: http://s62.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=33IQT5J5IOTGB1YHHOT6HG2M68
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Taste it & see
Re: Taste it & see
Oooo... kinda country\folk rock sorta music. Close enough. ;)
And good song.
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*hugs*
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Don't forget the pills!
xxx
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How did I miss that at first
2 gay guys who're FUDGE MONGERS??
Hmmmm
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You're as predictable as I am sometimes, James...
...I can't believe I didn't pick up on that myself. *giggles like an idiot*
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