New mix coming before midnight. Link is above.
One last mix before I take a medical break. I’m slated for a new MRI and then I’m hopeful I can make a stop over in Florida to check on my house.
“If you like school you’re a fool!”
If you’re not into wall-to-wall coverage of the coronavirus, there’s soaps, reruns and talk shows to watch on TV. So would I sound like an ingrate if I complain about that? These days I wonder whether we’ll ever be able to complain about anything, which makes me wonder whether free speech is dead, which makes me sad and sends me back to a soap opera where the world keeps turning.
The greatest love story of all time more or less began with this song (believe it or not).
My crazy little brother looks exactly like this guy. I’m not able to say my brother’s real name without his permission, so I just call him Bob.
My mixes represent how I feel during a period of time. It’s been helpful during cancer treatment because the medicines make me moody and I can sort of flesh it out through mixing different types of movies. (And if it’s a really hard day, I dip back into more old school or find some tearjerker that can make me cry any remaining crap out.) It’s difficult to make definitive steps when most of the day is spent dreaming of things you don’t have the energy for yet.
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?
It didn’t take long for the NYPost to go negative. What’s wrong with the Aussies?!
❤ Happy valentine’s day! ❤
Back in the day, these were my jams. (And I had a pair of ugly, ugly shorts that were actually called JAMS. Go figure.)