Most Songs That Are Supposed To Make Me Happy Instead Make Me Sad And Dark. The Darkness In Florida Swallows

At least 1

At least one person will find this funny: Peter called this morning and demanded to know why I changed my relationship status on Facebook to engaged. Oh, and I already received a message from my father warning me not to be scammed by a kindergartener.

Catch-22s

One thing I don’t like about our overly sensitive society is the limitation of free speech to preserve a Victorian-esque sensibility. The alternative, as we have seen, is not one to emulate, but trying to redirect a bull is like playing that game at those arcades where you had this big bean-bag hammer that you’d use to pop these groundhogs as they popped up everywhere. You’d get a ticket every time you successfully caught one, but then they’d start going so fast you just get all flustered and curse the damn thing.

Running out of things to do

Spent my Sunday watching church services after throwing up in the morning. It’s finally sunny today, but we might in our neighborhoods waiting for life to resume.

Bravo to the ones who handle this better than I do

As promised, a second mixshow for the weekend, including an amateurish but not too bad club mix of Taylor Swift’s “Cornelia Street.” (Mix scheduled to post at 2300.)

Of course

So I order the new #TS (Explicit version) CD off Target since I can’t find it at Walmart and Amazon refused to let me download it. I usually buy the edited version of albums because I already cuss too much -- and wouldn’t you know it; as soon as I looked it up this morning, I find it at Walmart for less and edited. Live and learn, I guess. It can’t be that dirty, can it?

Rhetorical ?

Why are parents so nosy? I understand it at a young age, as you’re molding a child, but a grown adult? Are Boomers that bored? (The last part wasn’t rhetorical.)

The card is in the mail. God bless our postal workers!

she lost him but she found himself and somehow that was everything. (insp.)

I’m in the mood for a video flashback! (True confession: I wasn’t allowed to watch MTV, so I’m catching up now.)

Cycles

For me, the pains associated with cancer come in cycles. I’ll feel good for a few days, and then I’ll crash on the weekend. It’s a nice metaphorical picture, but throwing up first thing in the morning feels like a never-ending journey. I heard a nurse talking about which was worse: nausea or pain. I’d say it’s a tie; one brings the other.