It be weird as the guy who has to hold people accountable for being noisy in the apartments, for me to be banging on drums at 1:30 in the morning.
But with this electronic drum set I have, all that's heard around me are little taps. Just a tappy, tap, tap. Nothing more.
In my headphones though, it's anything from AC/DC to Oasis, from John Mayer to John Cougar Mellencamp. I can hook up the IPod and attempt to drum right along. May not be as good as the real guys or girls playing, but I can keep up.
Not So Thankful- French Fries
D**n you french fries.
D**n you and your fried goodness.
D**n you and your salty fried goodness
D**n you and your tasty, salty, delicious, seasoned, fried goodness
You have been and will be my side dish of choice. But my waistline has a huge problem with that choice. It laughs at you and your fried goodness. It enjoys it too much.
So I say damn you french fries without the asterisks because you are the bane of my healthy existence.
One day, I will be the one laughing at you as I pass you by or wave my hand to the waiter/waitress and say, "No french fries, french fry pusher. I'll take the broccoli instead".
