Well, I'll be damned. Jessica told me we had better get our asses into seeing the dirty, Detroit Dirtbombs in Chicago on St. Paddy's Day. I need to always heed the words of this Law School Woman (aka The Rappin' Lawyer). Lesson learned
Jim put this perfect song on his mix for me: "I Can't Stop Thinking About It" and it really couldn't sum up my brain more accurately.
Now, I need to see them. It must happen. Oh baby, iss gonna be DE-bauched. Rock and roll animal all weekend. Where will my mind be Monday morning at work? Better question: *will* I return to work on Monday...? Wait, did I mention I am going to be in CHICAGO on ST. PATRICK'S DAY? uh, yeah. How did I get so lucky? (I was in London on St. Paddy's Day in 2002. That was surreal...and kind of wrong. My IRA-supporting auntie wasn't too pleased with me...)
I just keep thinking about THE SAME damn things. I kinda like it that way, though. The song knows exactly how I feel. I love when songs just know.
The world keeps turning me on. I wish it could be like that more often...
Remember, I only *look* like a 24-year-old woman. I really am a 14-year-old boy. Bear that in mind...
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