I joined the gym the other week and the day before I'd been taking xanax so was feeling pretty confident. I'd had a few bumps of ket throughout the day and had another for the sunshine walk to the gym; nothing too much, just enough to give the day a nice vibe.
When I got there the guy was taking my details and filling out a form while I was standing there looking round and listening to the music. It was really weird music and it sounded like some kind of really industrial, mechanical, clanking electronic music. I couldn't work out if it was some kind of really dark, drummy techno dubstep meets grime/hip hop or something like that, and I figured it was a genre I hadn't heard of yet.
So I kind of turned my head to the guy, caught his eye then nodded to the speakers and exclaimed, in geordie, "tunes in here are a bit raj like aren't they?". I was expecting him to clue me in on some new genre. The guy just looked at me, deadpan, and went "I think it's Outkast".
Then I just heard "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, ooh ooh ooh oooohhhh".
FML. Fuck knows what he must have thought.
I was clearly more ketted than I thought, and my mind had merged all of the clanking of the gym equipment and the distortion of the speakers into something it wasn't. I mean, who the fuck even says something like that. "tunes are a bit raj". FFS.
FML