Or Adam Sandler.
Right now I am listening to VVereVVolf GrehV, my best, male, friend is listening to Swedish pop. Woo for defying stereotypes!
This morning was fucking faboulous. I was woken by the noise of what sounding like someone jumping over an aluminum fence. I know no one around here has one, so I shrugged it off as a dream. I laid in bed until my alarm went off. I got up, and got dressed and ready for work, and then started to leave. Upon opening my front door, I learned that that sound I hear earlier was three of my flower pots being knocked over and shattering into a thousand pieces. I look at my clock, and I am running late, so I don't have time to clean them up. Sigh.
When I get to the station, the bus is already there. I hurry on, and don't get a chance to smoke, like normal. After sitting, I notice that the ceiling is dripping on me. The rain is leaking through the bus and dripping on me. Sigh.
I get to work, and as soon as I stand up from my bus seat, I notice that my butt is wet. I sat in a puddle on the fucking bus. Sigh.
But The Knife's NY Hotel has inspired me to do something, so yeah.