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tonight at work I kept myself sane by mentally compiling a Blues Brothers dream Christmas album tracklist
the only problem is I don’t know the titles of most of the songs
Dan Aykroyd, John Belushi, and Bill Murray make me happy to the point where I’m honestly beyond the capacity for rational thought and coherency.
It’s actually beautiful, I’m so thankful for them.
today at work a customer said “thank you very much” and I fucking swear she sounded just like Andy Kaufman it took everything I had to keep a straight face
I guess I should go and get ready for work.
Which means it’s time to start pretending that I’m a functioning member of society and not dead inside because of cute comedians being cuties together in the 80s.
there’s so much wine in my refrigerator from Thanksgiving this is exciting
[retreats back under fluffy blanket of Aykroyd/Belushi/Murray feelings and forgets that episode just happened]
does anyone else have the problem where once your parents discover you have a really strong interest in something and said thing makes you happy
completely boycott the thing and get angry when you want to enjoy thing
[scribbles furiously in battered old war diary]
will dad finally surrender and watch The Blues Brothers with me