I figured out why I like Gogol Bordello so much. Besides the hype and the energy and the crazy imagery that comes with the lyrics, I felt brave when I listened to Hutz’s words. Like I was the invincible teenager I never thought myself to be. I felt like if I had a little gypsy punk backing me up I could conquer the world and have a crazy rave.
It was a little epiphany I had. I’m going to bed now.
I didn’t do a damn thing today. Although I did go and cover for my sister because she was going to be a few minutes late for a babysitting job. It was okay except there was a baby there. It was cute and all but baby’s are scary. They don’t communicate so you never know what’s up with them. Like when they are dying or what they are looking at when they stare at you. For a whole minute. She got the hiccups at one point and I was trying hard to play it cool in front of her older brothers because I didn’t know why she had the FRIGGIN HICCUPS!!! IT WAS AN EVIL AND MEAN TRICK, BABY GRACE!!
And they had a dog named Goose. Or Gootz. Something to that effect, I never did figure it out.
