BANANAS.

It’s my new distraction-word. It used to be POTATOES but I used it so often that it stopped succeeding as a distraction-word because of its predictability.

Distraction-words come in handy when you’re in a tough situation and desperately need the other person to get distracted or stop talking about something.  

Person: Why did you sit on my glasses?
Me: Why did you leave them on the sofa where butts usually descend upon?
Person: DONT GET SMART WITH ME, YOUNG LA-
Me: BANANAS.
Person: WHAT.
Me: BANANAZZ.
Person: Huh. What was I talking about- uh. YEA MY GLASS-
Me: BANAAAAAAAAAA
Person: -LISTEN TO ME STOP DOING THA-
Me: NAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Person: -HOW DO I-
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAA
Person: -I’M SERIOU-
Me: AAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Person: MOTHERFU*stomps away*

In other news, here I was thinking I was taking some sort of superior ground by shunning pop music purely because of their obnoxiously shallow lyrics and general sleezyness.
But bliix seems to be able to take the dumbest songs out there (you know, those ones you really hate and roll your eyes at, but are so catchy that with one listen they stick inside your head for a week like an evil little leech) and turn them into.. niceness.

Although I have to say though he’s given it a good try Black Eyed Peas’ Boom Pow is beyond saving.
He’s just added drums and electric guitars to that idiotsong by Pitbull and I suddenly like it a lot. Lyrics are still idiotic but the instruments make my brain forgive. It’s crazy:    

He’s also managed to turn one of the most ridiculously facepalm-worthy songs on the charts this year into something I could actually listen to without wanting to roundhouse kick the singer (not quite as immedately atleast):

Mad skillz fo sho.