The Obscure

The bad thing about being as ugly as sin is that it isn't the kind of thing you can fix. I could work out for hours every day, and I would buy all the expensive facial care in the world, and I could get a good haircut and dress nicely, and at the end of all this, I would still be the funny looking ugly lil' greaseball you have all come to know so well.
The good thing about this is that I don't have to put effort into my looks, since I am going to look like hell anyway, which affords more time for, oh, say: Hot dogs, or sleeping, or some dramatic combination of the two. Possibly sleeping in a hot dog bun, I'm not sure yet.
And every girl, gay guy, and close male friend in the world goes, "John, you AREN'T ugly, tee-hee!"
Liars!

I don't have anything to do anymore. Like, I have no reason for getting up in the morning except for being bored with lying down. It's a weird feeling, y'know?
But, it's More than a feelin'! (More than a feeliiiin'!)
When I hear that old song they used to play (More than a feeliiin!)
I begin dreamin'! (More than a feeliiiin'!)
TILL I SEE MY MARIANNE WALKIN' AWAAAAAAAAAY

Anyway. I guess this blog post is done. The only thing funny I was thinking about was how ugly as sin people are ugly as sin, no matter how you truss 'em up.
Toodle-oo buckaroos. I leave you with these, once again:

More Than a Feeling

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling)
when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
as clear as the sun in the summer sky

It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling)
when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
and dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped awa y. She slipped away.

It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling)
when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away