As far as I remember them, they were thrown in that grunge deal in the early 1990s, but they never really claimed to be that genre a whole hell of a lot. They were mostly in it for the money, and as their songs go, I don't really remember much of them.

However, someone mentioned STP, and now I can't get "Sour Girl" out of my brain.

Dont turn away, what are you looking at?
He was so happy on the day that he met her
Say, what are you looking at?
I was a superman, the looks are deceiving

There was no reason for copying and pasting that set of lyrics. I just did it for kicks. There was no reason behind that set of lyrics. No matter what they said about that song, if they said anything at all, this song really means nothing. That fits STP, since most of their shit didn't seem to mean anything, either. And that's just fine, unless you were desperately looking for some kind of deep meaning, and they kept teasing you with shit that felt like it meant something but it really didn't.

There's meaning to what you write, and by you I mean anything I might of read that was typed by whoever you are. I actually try to grasp what that meaning is, and so therefore, if I don't get something, I usually admit my non-grasping state if that happens.

In turn, there's some sort of meaning to whatever I wrote, and if you're clueless, just ask.

One of my buddies is going to Wrestlemania 23 tomorrow. I haven't watched a 'professional wrestling' match in years. He doesn't much care for it anymore, either, but his relatives roped into some tickets, and he's going. We loved the shit out of WWF back in the day, but that's all fading for me as the years pass, too.

The other day, I was playing NBA 2k7, and one of my buddy's cousins rocked the shit out of me, hitting three-pointers with everyone on the team, and the game's settings weren't tweaked to make everyone a Jason Kapono. He played as the Spurs, and he just capped that last match by lighting 5-6 three balls in a row. I tried to defend and bother his shots, but they just kept going in for him. He has mastered the shot-stick, which is basically perfect timing on a pull-and-release move on an analog joystick. And then it hit me.

I've been alive and have probably played most every frigging home video game system ever frigging made. I was there, tapping that button and moving around that joystick on the Atari 2600. I was there, getting blisters on that rigid and rough 8-bit Nintendo keypad. I was there, capping scientists in the back of the head in Goldeneye on Nintendo 64 when I got bored with the game after I beat it on all levels of difficulty, only to maybe crack a book of Economics at 1 AM and then go in and get some sort of A on whatever was due the next day. I was fucking there for it all.

Even that's all fading for me.

Years are blending into each other. I remember things that happened and things in particular much better than dates. Maybe that's just because I'm a man. I have no idea.

If you had a bad day, then I hope you have a better one as soon as possible.

The rollercoaster rides a lonely one
I pay the ransom note to stop it from steaming
Hey, what are you looking at?
She was a teenage girl when she met me

We all bought tickets to something. Meaning? Yet again, it's what you make of it. Who cares if your memory fades? Enjoy the ride.

Happy April Fools, Fools.