Absentminded, Daydreaming Daff

Today, I drove alllllll the way to Costco in Ajax (one of the nearest civilizations to Uxbridge, but still, a fair distance). My primary mission was to return a sweater that ill-fitted my Mother. Upon my arrival I realized I forgot the sweater. "Loney, dears, " I mutter. The intriguing thing though, is that this isn't an isolated incident. You may describe me as a scatterbrain. I'm okay with this though; my daydreaming is worth it. I dream good dreams. One day, when I've achieved my dreams, I will become fully functional as dreaming will no longer be necessary.
I was also supposed to purchase some Bibles at Chapters; a smaller, more handy one for me and one for my poor, misguided Koran-stomping amigo. Finding The Bible in Chapters is remarkably difficult. I don't understand. The Bible is the greatest selling book of all time; you'd think they'd advertise it or something. After I stumbled around the store for a while, I happened upon the Religion section. The selection choice was poor. After some awkward, indecisive moments, I choose not to purchase anything. I would venture to a Christian bookstore somewhere. But there was no time! Another day, I suppose.
What an unproductive trip. To give me some sort of accomplishment, I decided to grocery shop in Ajax, instead of hitting up the traditional Zehrs of Uxbridge. While shopping, I noticed that sometimes I hum/talk to myself. I think other customers noticed too.
I attempted to use that self check-out contraption and failed. I missed that intimate moment with the cashier anywhoers.
Some cars decided it'd be most efficient if they drove painstakingly slow; Florida slow. I became rather vexed but then Loney, Dear came on harmoniously singing, "Now, let it goooooooo. Nooow, let it goooooooo."
Earlier, I had Joanna Newsom blaring. Thankfully, it was a hoot day and my windows were rolled down because otherwise her screeching voice may of shattered them. I defs received some odd looks from a few normies. Message to Newsom haters: Screw you. Actually, that goes for all of ya.

Let Me Introduce My Friends

"Oh don't be afraid,
Don't be afraid,
'Cause everything is gonna turn out to be okay." -- Ola Kala -- I'm From Barcelona.

If your searching for a band-aid for your wounds, look no further than the Swedish indie-pop/shoegazing scene: I'm From Barcelona, The Concretes, Loney, Dear, The Radio Dept., Paperplane... These bands will fill your spirit with euphoria and lift you to a more pleasant existence. But remember these are just band-aids and will not offer long-term ecstasy.

"DON'T GIVE ON YOUR DREAMS, BOY. DON'T GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS, NOW BUDDY."

Life is harder than most rocks, but fortunately Swedish-pop is soft as love.
LISTENER BEWARE: There are some Swedish-pop frauds like Robyn. They offer nothing but empty, soul omitting music similar to Britney Spears/Kelly Clarkson and other such corporate whores. Rest assured, my suggestions are subterranean and free of labellings.

I realize the quotes I've given aren't profound or anything, but the profundity rests in the waaay it's delivered - with heart, soul, and originality.

Peace. May the oppressors become free of themselves.