Animusic
I happened upon this and wanted to share. I can just picture a mellow jazz-ish band jamming out to this song at a posh restaurant. Can't you?
I had to listen to vulgar, awful thump-thump music at work today. It's hard to make sandwiches (yes, that's what I do now) when someone is gasping for air and talking about puttin' it 'tween the legs of shorties. What the hell is a shorty? Most black women I know are tall and beautiful and should be insulted by that. I consider myself pretty well-rounded and cultured, but Damn does R&B get on my nerves. The males sing about screwing and the females sing about heartbreak. That should tell you something right there.
And on another note, I found something pretty funny when I googled my name today (hey, it's better than doing math homework). Eryn
Oh, and I should have Raleigh pictures on The Gallery soon.
I downloaded James Taylor's Greatest Hits and Tom Petty's Wildflowers this morning. It made me feel out-of-date and stale, so I went to MTV to get some ideas on some current music.
I had No. Clue. As to who any of those make-up wearing pansies were. I'm 'out of the loop,' I guess. I mean, I didn't even know where to begin. When did good ol' indie-emo become mainstream pop? I must have been asleep that day. Or is it ::shutters:: that I'm getting old?? Geez.
Now get off my lawn, you young whipper snappers!
gratitude: a good night's sleep, and my prof. Mrs. Berry
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