It’s gray. It’s cold. People are destroying Joshua Tree. The government is still shut down. Democracy is in free fall. Low rise jeans are making a comeback. And Trader Joe’s doesn’t sell orange juice concentrate anymore so basically we’re all gonna die of scurvy and asscrack exposure. On the plus side, this will only be annoying for a few more years
I’m in a really good place mentally. Obvs.
I blame it on this RAGING case of The Winters. Meteoric. Leviathan. You know, really, REALLY big. Like that pile of leggings that you have waiting by the front door nagging you to take them to the charity of your choice after that KonMari closet
Sorry. That was totally uncalled for. Your ass is great and lycra fiber arts could TOTALLY be the next new thing.
I am just NOT a good person when I can’t feel my fingers. So for the sake of my family and my molars (there may be some grinding happening), I am on a quest to be cheerier. That doesn’t mean I’m going to cease to rail against the bullshit of this administration with more columns at McSweeney’s (OH HI! A NEW ONE IS HERE!). It just means I’m going to try and up our ukulele consumption.
Can I possibly uke every week between now and April? No idea. But it sounds like a more attainable goal than quitting carbs or swearing less. Plus for some
What?! I do practice. Sometimes. Shut up, legging hoarder. (Oops. Did it again. I’m such a fucking asshole. It’s because my nose currently most resembles a frozen strawberry. Sorry.)
But if there’s one thing that consistently brings the internet joy, it’s another person voluntarily making an ass of themselves. I AM HERE FOR YOU, INTERNET. Practice and poise are OUT THE
I can’t promise I’ll consistently shower before recording the video. I can’t promise I’ll get any of the words right.
To that end, here is your second half-assed Ukulele Friday for 2019. Only 11 more before April. I can do this, right? Just give me some ideas for easy short songs. And maybe recommend a brand of dry shampoo.