Okay, I think I’ve mentioned this before, but my musical listening range is rather diverse. This classic song just reminds me of when I was younger, listening to songs on mixtapes over and over and over and over again on the weekend road/shopping trips. One mixtape, that was made, quite possibly, by The Big Cheese himself, played all the time in my dad’s 2000 Ford Focus wagon.
I don’t know, for some strange reason, I just started to sing this song. Nothing triggered it; the only sound I could hear in my room was the clickity-clack of my keyboard and my air-conditioner churning by the window. But now it’s stuck in my head. Welcome to today’s Earworm, everybody.
I’m going to be doing a first for my posts. I’m going to rant. It will be vague, it will be clean, and it will be anonymous. So yes. Read at will.
You know, it kind of bugs me how I’m always the one that has to spend my money to visit. What, you can’t do vice versa and take the train to visit me for a change? This goes for all of my friends, anywhere. I visit them, but they don’t have the freedom to visit me? They’re the ones more accustomed to public transportation! Jeez, give and take, people. That’s how life works. You give a little, and you take a little. Don’t let it be one sided.