And then my subconscious was all like, "BEARDS!!!"

I really like music, but only like classic rock and stuff. New music is debatably music... and scares me.

But last night, I crawled into bed, snuggled up with my pillow, and got my feet tucked under the covers for sufficient warmth...

 And I was singing ZZ Top.

WTF right? It always freaks me out when I do that. A completely random song will just pop in my head and I have a total "Beautiful Mind" moment. Like, "Whoa... was that just on tv or am I making crap up again? Balls..." I feel confident that ZZ Top was indeed not featured on Body of Proof or Hulu Plus last night... So, the only logical conclusion, besides the New Agey one, which BTdubs is awesome, is beard envy. I just can't grow a good one. At least not until I'm old and then I fear it will never be this awesome.

 

 

The New Agey conclusion is way more Matrix-y. It says basically that when a random song pops into your head, you'll probably have deja vu with it in a few days or something. And deja vu is your spirit or whatever remembering this part of your life path that you put together before you know, birth and stuff. I like it. I find it comforting. It's like tonight Bonnie Tyler is telling me, "It's okay, Ashley, you're supposed to be sad and snuggling with a baby moose pillow pet." I'm legit, peeps.

 



But back to the beards... There's this old guy living on base. The first time I saw this guy, I was in the car, driving down the road, duh, and on the sidewalk was hair. Nothing but hair. These beautiful graying blong locks blowing back behind this bicycler... As we got closer, I realized, Hippie had long hair and a matching beard... BOTH blowing in the wind... All I could do was scream, "BEARD!!!"

And if you don't get me everything I ask for, then you're just a nice old man like Mother says.