Author Archive | Alison Rosen

This is day 3 of waking up with a certain song in my head. I’m not going to tell you the song lest it gets stuck in your head as well although actually it’s not a terrible song. But I just feel there’s a protocol to discussing songs being stuck in your head which requires you keep the specific song title to yourself until you’ve secured permission to go ahead and name the song. Otherwise it’s akin to aural rape. So anyway though this song has been in my head every morning for possibly even longer than 3 days and it’s beginning to drive me nuts. Not so much the song but the why. WHY is this song in my head? I retraced my steps to see if there’s anything I’m encountering early in the morning which is putting the lyrics in my head, if swatches of the lyrics are written anywhere, but I haven’t found any likely culprits.

In other news, I went to a party last night and saw a bunch of my CA friends and had such a good time and was reminded that it’s good to be social and to have friends and to actually see those friends and be involved in their lives and vice versa. Yet it’s so easy for me to just make the decision not to go out and to stay at home wearing stretchy pants and fucking around on the internet. Maybe that should be my New Year’s resolution? Less stretchy pantsed internet fucking? It’s not going to be, but maybe it should be.

My sister and I like to invent games which other people tend not to appreciate nearly as much as we do which I’ve always chalked up to the fact we’re lightning years ahead of our time. In the future, everyone will play the following game:

Nasty Ass: Someone mentions a category of items and then you have to name a specific thing in that group that you personally find to be unpleasant. There is a twist, however, a subtle nuance if you will, in that there can’t be anything inherently gross about the item, it just has to be something you personally find unappealing. This is a distinction not everyone understands. So for example if the category is Nasty Ass breadstuffs you could say “jalapeno muffin” or “banana nut loaf” but you could not say “moldy bread.” Or if the category is Nasty Ass furniture you could say “wicker” but you could not say “a desk with barf all over it.” The game is admittedly ill-named because people hear “nasty ass” and think they’re supposed to come up with something disgusting. Maybe it should be called “I don’t care for that, personally, though I  know some other people do.” Except we want to one day make a “12 Months of Nasty Ass” calendar and each month will feature a large photo of a Nasty Ass (by our definition) item and frankly, “12 Months of Items We Don’t Care For Personally Though We Realize Some Other People Do” would never fly off a spinner rack.