So...I'm into John Lennon these days...again...

And, I just finished, for about the 100th time, the book "The Love You Make" by this dude named Peter Brown. It's a good book, but all through it the author, Peter Brown, refers to himself as "I, Peter Brown.." every 10 pages like he's fuckin' Al Franken or somebody. Gets on my nerves. I mean, Christ...after about the second "I", I know who ya mean, idiot...stop with making me read yer name alla time. Pompous ass.
Now, I'm re-reading "The Lives of John Lennon" by another guy, who seems to have a shitty kinda attitude toward John, named Albert Goldman. He refers to the other guy as "Brian's intimate friend, Peter Brown..." and while my brain is absorbing that little bit of info, it's also saying "I, Peter Brown" because of his book. I would like to smack "I, Peter Brown" right upside the head for this...Gawd.

Okay...I am now going to go locate my Beatles CD, my Walkman and shit and clean the kitchen, start cooking, clean the rest of the house, keep cooking...and cooking and cleaning until God only knows when because the last I know, George'll either be here late tonight or early Friday.

Ain't this FUUUUN?
(Beating head on desk...)

Posted by: Stevie at 02:31 AM

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