Posted by Ursula on Sunday, 27 July 2008
Am I the only person in the whole wide world who can’t stand the woman?
She is ugly, she is cold; she has no charm. She has muscles like a man and she doesn’t know when to draw the curtain. My dislike is almost pathological in that I can’t listen to her music, watch her in action and when I come across a photo of her - as I did a minute ago - I can’t turn the page fast enough. If a friend posts her lyrics or – heaven forbid – a video of her I have to pass up and skip the favour. Recently someone asked me to buy her that woman’s latest album. I couldn’t do it; I refused. Yes, that bad …
As I am on my own this afternoon and therefore only have the cats to talk to, actually they too seem elusive, I went onto this – my – space; such comfort to vent one’s frustation in the anonymity of the aether. I can’t even bring myself to soil my blog by mentioning her name.
Guess who …
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