2003-07-10 - 7:23 a.m.
Following song from Chicago sums up mood today.
Velma: Whatever happened to fair dealing?
And pure ethics?
And nice manners?
Why is it everyone now is a pain in the ass?
Whatever happened to class?
Mama: Class
Whatever happened to, "Please, may I?"
And, "Yes, thank you?"
And, "How charming?"
Now, every son of a bitch is a snake in the grass
Whatever happened to class?
Velma and Mama: Class!
Ah, there ain't no gentlemen
To open up the doors
There ain't no ladies now,
There's only pigs and whores
And even kids'll knock ya down
So's they can pass
Nobody's got no class!
Velma: Whatever happened to old values?
Mama: And fine morals?
Velma: And good breeding?
Mama: Now, no one even says "oops"
When they're passing their gas
Whatever happened to class?
Velma: Class.
Velma and Mama: Ah, there ain't no gentlemen
That's fit for any use
And any girl'd touch your privates
For a deuce.
Mama: And even kids'll kick your shins and give you sass.
Velma: And even kids'll kick your shins and give you sass.
Velma and Mama: Nobody's got no class!
Velma: All you read about today is rape and theft.
Mama: Jesus Christ! Ain't there no deceny left?
Velma and Mama: Nobody's got no class!
Mama: Every guy is a snot.
Velma: Every girl is a twat.
Mama: Holy shit.
Velma: Holy shit.
Mama: What a shame.
Velma: What a shame.
Velma and Mama: What became...of class?
Looking back on the year makes me even angrier, especially on certain events involving certain people. If I ever saw those certain people right now randomly, I would kick them where their balls should be. Or I could just sock them in the nose. It's easier to find and a bigger target.
Maybe it's just better if I turn off my brain for the summer and watch more Fear Factor, Drew Carey, and Cupid. Perhaps I am psychic because I was singing South Pacific's "Some Enchanted Evening" and the episode of Drew Carey showing later that day had Mimi singing that same song.
Creepy.
I really am thinking too much. Maybe I can convince mom to let me go and watch Pirates of the Carribean, putting a small percentage of Calgary's population at risk from the germs emitting from my unhygienic self. In retrospect, I'm probably more hygienic than they are, the SARS episode having made me obsessive-compulsive and paranoid whenever someone sneezes.
