Today when I got home from a long day of writing & avoiding writing, all I wanted to do was listen to that whistle song & the new No Doubt song.
One makes me feel sick & the other makes me feel old, but I listened to them anyway.
Sometimes I seriously worry about meeting an untimely death, not only for the obvious reasons, but because my family & friends would have to come to terms with my terrible affinity for pop music & five-dollar DVDs from Target. I have a lot of them, & they are mostly rated G.
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