I'm also currently obsessed with this song as well. It's such a mix of corniness and utter genius. I can't help myself.
....or Get Off the Pot
8 years ago
Monday, July 2, 2007
There's something wrong with me...
For liking Rihanna's latest single, "Umbrella". I've already taken the oath never to like highly publicized singles (or at least, ignore them until they sink into obscurity) - but I just can't help myself. I find my eyes oogling Rihanna's legs as she dances in the video. You MUST watch the video - turn off the sound if you like, but watch her body move. Amazing. Is it evil of me to wish I could rip out her brain and put mine in there instead? Being short and stunt-ish isn't fair.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Odd.
I don't exactly know how to begin this post, since I'm still rather confused by the subject matter, but I guess I might as well just jump into it: I think I saw a dead person.
Now, I probably didn't, and I hope that our society hasn't become so jaded and uninterested in their fellow man that they didn't leave a dead body to rot in the sun all morning.... but I could have sworn he was dead.
Perhaps I should make myself clearer: The Boyfriend and I are driving around town this morning (10ish, probably), and we pass a busy intersection, which has a couple park benches in random spots for people to sit on. And as we pass one bench, I see this bare-chested man wearing dirty jeans, arms spread out and head tilted back. His eyes were closed, and it seemed like he had just been given a knock-out punch and had fallen back onto the bench unconscious. I would have assumed he was a homeless drunk who'd fallen asleep on the bench, if it weren't for the fact that his arms and neck were covered in what seemed to be drying blood - you could see droplets of blood sliding down as far as his abdomen. He seemed eerily still, and I couldn't detect his chest rising or falling. So, to my mind, that seems to point to all signs that he's dead - or quite injured.
I tell The Boyfriend, who didn't see it, and doesn't seem to be too worried, but we've already passed him and I don't even know whether to call in and report it. So I don't. I assume if he WAS hurt or dead, people would have noticed already, since he's sitting in the middle of such a busy intersection - but maybe everybody's like me. Maybe everybody assumes someone else will take care of it, and walk on by. Now I feel guilty about not stopping or calling someone, and I'll keep my eyes posted on the local news just in case.
Maybe it was nothing, but when a man is covered in blood, you should stop and try to help, dammit. I hate society and myself for becoming so skeptical sometimes.
Now, I probably didn't, and I hope that our society hasn't become so jaded and uninterested in their fellow man that they didn't leave a dead body to rot in the sun all morning.... but I could have sworn he was dead.
Perhaps I should make myself clearer: The Boyfriend and I are driving around town this morning (10ish, probably), and we pass a busy intersection, which has a couple park benches in random spots for people to sit on. And as we pass one bench, I see this bare-chested man wearing dirty jeans, arms spread out and head tilted back. His eyes were closed, and it seemed like he had just been given a knock-out punch and had fallen back onto the bench unconscious. I would have assumed he was a homeless drunk who'd fallen asleep on the bench, if it weren't for the fact that his arms and neck were covered in what seemed to be drying blood - you could see droplets of blood sliding down as far as his abdomen. He seemed eerily still, and I couldn't detect his chest rising or falling. So, to my mind, that seems to point to all signs that he's dead - or quite injured.
I tell The Boyfriend, who didn't see it, and doesn't seem to be too worried, but we've already passed him and I don't even know whether to call in and report it. So I don't. I assume if he WAS hurt or dead, people would have noticed already, since he's sitting in the middle of such a busy intersection - but maybe everybody's like me. Maybe everybody assumes someone else will take care of it, and walk on by. Now I feel guilty about not stopping or calling someone, and I'll keep my eyes posted on the local news just in case.
Maybe it was nothing, but when a man is covered in blood, you should stop and try to help, dammit. I hate society and myself for becoming so skeptical sometimes.
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