A lighting fixture falling from the ceiling bonked me in the temple this morning and now I have a headache, a numb face and the possibility of unreasonable crying is imminent. My powers of comprehension are also compromised. This was evident in a phone conversation I had with the bank this afternoon. She was trying to explain some shit to me about my credit card involving daily averages and math. I kept telling her I'm not understanding any of it. She continued to re-explain it to me 5 times, each time using the same words and I kept not getting it. I hear the words dude, but I don't understand their meaning. Repeating the same explanation over and over has no effect on me but annoyance.
Maybe she has a head injury too.
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this has absolutely nothing to do with boring old bank math, but if you've never heard of the band priestess I do believe they're right up your ally if you want to give them a listen
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p.s. getting hit in the temple is awesome, there's nothing quite like a little bit of brain damage to make a mundane life more interesting
Ha, my friend Jay just told me to check out Priestess.
Thanks dude.
I had the same problem in a coffee shop once. The barrista guy was explaining the half caf, non white, steamed, foamy, something or other with cinnamon or some shit, and I looked at him dead in the eyes and said, "I have no idea what any of those words mean."
I bought a tea instead.
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