I’ve been stuck on a train with a girl wearing headphones and singing along to Savage Garden. We all suffered.
She was even shutting her eyes tight and doing these ones…
If you’ve ever listened to just the vocals of a song without music, it was that, but also awfully off-key because she, of course, could not hear herself. Obnoxiously, I think she thought she was putting on a performance we were all impressed by. No one was impressed.
Ungh my manager at my last job did that shit all the time. Infuriating, because I wasn’t allowed to have headphones (inbound tech support), and it was really distracting when I was on a call.
And just like, so incredibly rude, who the fuck does that??
Following the sudden and catastrophic collapse of their bodily edifice, the faint crack of a sniper shot cut through the relatively short moment of peace and serenity only to resume forthwith.
That’s exactly how it felt. Like her imagination had daydreamed the scene long enough, it was time to put it out to the universe and be approached by all those agents and producers crammed in the commuter carriage of the inner south line.
You just unlocked a repressed childhood memory from when I was 10 and we spent our lunchtimes playing MTG outside the school hall. Every day for months one year a group of girls decided to rehearse a dance they were choreographing to Animals by savage garden so we had to listen to it being constantly played, rewound, played again, stopped, repeated, ad nauseam. It made me hate savage garden for years after with an unrequited fury. I don’t think I ever fully recovered.
I’ve been stuck on a train with a girl wearing headphones and singing along to Savage Garden. We all suffered.
She was even shutting her eyes tight and doing these ones…
If you’ve ever listened to just the vocals of a song without music, it was that, but also awfully off-key because she, of course, could not hear herself. Obnoxiously, I think she thought she was putting on a performance we were all impressed by. No one was impressed.
Ungh my manager at my last job did that shit all the time. Infuriating, because I wasn’t allowed to have headphones (inbound tech support), and it was really distracting when I was on a call.
And just like, so incredibly rude, who the fuck does that??
I wanna stand with you on a mountain
Following the sudden and catastrophic collapse of their bodily edifice, the faint crack of a sniper shot cut through the relatively short moment of peace and serenity only to resume forthwith.
I wanna bathe with you in the brie
I wanna slay like this forever
She’s just trying to get discovered
That’s exactly how it felt. Like her imagination had daydreamed the scene long enough, it was time to put it out to the universe and be approached by all those agents and producers crammed in the commuter carriage of the inner south line.
You just unlocked a repressed childhood memory from when I was 10 and we spent our lunchtimes playing MTG outside the school hall. Every day for months one year a group of girls decided to rehearse a dance they were choreographing to Animals by savage garden so we had to listen to it being constantly played, rewound, played again, stopped, repeated, ad nauseam. It made me hate savage garden for years after with an unrequited fury. I don’t think I ever fully recovered.