Saturday, October 28, 2006
Wakey Wakey
I woke up and the Whippersnapper was in my room. He leered at me, breathing heavily, and I stared back at him.
Chelsea and Jeremiah (from CCBC) proceeded to sit on my bed and ask me about my feelings on the economy and rap music. Then Craig pulled out my guitar and they asked me to "tickle the ivories on this guitar." This is what I sang: "Yac is so cool/ Yac really rules/ I like to go to Yac/ la la la la la..." At this point the Whippersnapper pronounced my song stinky and beat me over the head with my own pillow.
All this was enjoyable, but complicated by one undeniable fact: I was not wearing pyjama pants.
To this moment I fervently hope no one saw my pale pink underpants.
Chelsea and Jeremiah (from CCBC) proceeded to sit on my bed and ask me about my feelings on the economy and rap music. Then Craig pulled out my guitar and they asked me to "tickle the ivories on this guitar." This is what I sang: "Yac is so cool/ Yac really rules/ I like to go to Yac/ la la la la la..." At this point the Whippersnapper pronounced my song stinky and beat me over the head with my own pillow.
All this was enjoyable, but complicated by one undeniable fact: I was not wearing pyjama pants.
To this moment I fervently hope no one saw my pale pink underpants.
