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Notes to Self
Remember the medicine Voltarol. It makes you feel fucking awful and if a doctor should ever try to force it on you ever again, tell them HELL NO.
Don't wear Percy-tight jeans and walk all the way to and from town- you will pull muscles and end up in fucking agony. Between your stomach and your leg, you might as well be 95 years old right now.
Never ever, ever read the end of Phil Lynott: The Rocker while listening to him sing 'Still In Love With You'. In fact, I should probably just not read it.
Actually, don't ever read it again. Don't listen to him ever the fuck again. Go back to that gloriously beautiful time when Philip and his band were just one of the many bands of the 70s floating around the edges of your consciousness. Treat the world as if he doesn't exist, as if Thin Lizzy doesn't exist. Stop listening to them.
In fact, I think it's best to limit one's listening to Pat Boone and Perry Como, just to be safe.
Don't wear Percy-tight jeans and walk all the way to and from town- you will pull muscles and end up in fucking agony. Between your stomach and your leg, you might as well be 95 years old right now.
Never ever, ever read the end of Phil Lynott: The Rocker while listening to him sing 'Still In Love With You'. In fact, I should probably just not read it.
Actually, don't ever read it again. Don't listen to him ever the fuck again. Go back to that gloriously beautiful time when Philip and his band were just one of the many bands of the 70s floating around the edges of your consciousness. Treat the world as if he doesn't exist, as if Thin Lizzy doesn't exist. Stop listening to them.
In fact, I think it's best to limit one's listening to Pat Boone and Perry Como, just to be safe.