freudian slip?
give me a reason to end this discussion,
to break with tradition, to fold and divide.
'cause i hate the ocean, theme parks and airplanes,
talking with strangers, waiting in line.
i'm through with these pills that make me sit still.
~motion city soundtrack
when rew and i were in inverness, scotland, we checked out some b&b's. the second one we got to had a very nice and funny man. the first one had an open door but one was home; back to the second one. rew asked for a double, and in a perfectly natural scottish accent the man said, "sorry, i only have a double bed... you're not gay are ya?" it was funny. so then we went next door. it was another b&b. the guy in there was talking about his blood pressure and said that it was being affected by, "fags and whiskey." to which i instantly said, "what?!?" i forgot that i was in a different country and that they had different slang then we do. but really, that would mess up my blood pressure too.
