Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Stream of Consciousness Treadmill
"WHAT?!?! Let me turn down my kill-your-daddy-fuck-your-momma music!!! Oh...the laughing? Well, I was just listening to Rammstein thinking about Gerard Butler about to be tortured by sadomasochists in this really funny movie that's, like, my favorite....Where are you going?"
So, then I start thinking, I've been asked many many many many (get the point...many) times if I'm German. Even my husband's grandmother (who is off the Bratwurst boat) clapped her hands together when we first met, all a-grin, somewhat of a hungry look on her face: "So...are you German?!" People have truly walked up to me speaking German. (Silly me for being lost after, "Hallo!" or "Hi!") Perhaps its the blonde hair and stature? Perhaps I carry an air of masochism? All in all I will definitely keep teasing my husband about his kraut-ness just as he gears me for my mick-ness. Anyone who's angry or drunk is Irish. :) It's our curse.
So, this blog might not have a point, per say, but I did it in the Irish style: stream of consciousness. So, Pog Mo Hoin, errrr somethin'. :)