Thursday, August 11, 2011

Coated in Formaldehyde

Band names.

I could sit for hours thinking up band names. In fact, I'm just going to sit here and *not* pack, and just listen to Maroon 5 and thinking up band names.

Kidding!

I'm going to listen to Maroon 5 while I pack.
le sigh.

P.S. Maroon 5 is one of those things I really shouldn't like as much as I do. Chalk it up to a character flaw. But I love them. Why? Good, good question. (Beeteedubs, The music video to She Will Be Loved? My reaction: ??????????????????? My face literally turned into a bunch of question marks. It was that bizarre.)
It's basically a really messed up version of Stacy's Mom. When you watch it, you'll see what I mean. What is so darn appealing about them? I don't know what it is...It's awful.

And I really should pack. I'm just procrastinating. I dislike trying to pack, because I always think: "What if I'll need that thing that I'm about to pack?" "Will everything fit in this bag?" "Do I have everything I need?" "What should I ship? What should I pack immediately?" AHHHHHHH. Blargh. Ick. Puff. Scrapdoodle. Merde. GAHHH. Ooofda. Humphity humph humph.

Yeah, not my favorite.

Now that I'm thinking about it, this post isn't about any band names, and least not as it's written at the moment...
It's more about how Maroon 5 is not really at all that morally enlightened and spiritually uplifting, but I like them anyway. And it's about how packing at 2:30 am is utterly gruesome and we hates it, precioussss.

But you know what's really good? What's infinitely less gruesome that packing and significantly more amazing than Maroon 5 and is actually lightyears better than any band name?

Chocolate+caramel+sea salt.

Oh honeychildren, that magical combination is just the last word in fabulous. My stomach is aching just thinking of beautiful, smooth, silky, caramel-filled chocolates sprinkled with sharp, tangy sea salt. They are my new way to be happy. They are my medicine for all that ails me. I would kiss a snake to earn a lifetime's supply of them. Not even joking.

I think I would name my band Chocolate Sea Salt. Or Salty Caramels. Or Sweet 'n' Salty. (sensing a theme?) Or Sugar 'n' Spice (we would be Spice Girls copy-cats). Or Chocolate Sea Salt Caramels. Or Caramel Love.

These are great names, right?

And we would play hardcore covers of German death metal hits.

Obviously.

1 comment:

  1. Wait! You can't leave already! It's still summer, right? Right? :)

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