Last night I awoke to find that my most dreaded fear had come to life.
There was a cockroach in my bed.
And it had just crawled over my leg.
Some people say that we wouldn’t be so afraid of cockroaches if they were called something cute like “Fairy Bugs”.
I wouldn’t be so afraid of cockroaches if they weren’t so fucking disgusting.
How is this related to the Mystery Jets album Twenty One?
Unfortunately, I had to use it to crush the body of the audacious insect that had dared invade my mattress on the floor.
It was the only thing handy. I would much rather have used something like Hillsong’s This Is Our God, but I don’t keep that in my house.
I started listening to Twenty One more when I came of age a few weeks ago.
The lyrics are profound, amusing and honest. Umbrellahead is one of my favourite songs off the album.
When you come of age it’s not the same
No umbrella over your head when it rains
And your friends would rather get high than play a game
Oh it’s such a shame the way they change
And Emily’s hung over, Bill feels rough
Thinks his girlfriend might be up the duff...again
She threw up twice last night on the bus
And I never thought growing old could be so tough
The band’s blog says they have a new album coming out sometime during 2010. Its supposed to be the “big brother” to Twenty One.
Next time I will be keeping my sister’s Beyonce CD beside me while I sleep in case of emergency.
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