► The DAILY RANT

This isn't where I parked my car

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,

Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

Ha! I'm first! Cry over that bitches!^_~

So I was walking around the dollar store yesterday, and I thought it was kinda strange that they were actually playing Weird Al on their radio. Turns out I forgot to turn off the YouTube music app on my phone, and the sweet sounds of "Eat It" were emanating from my ass pocket.