Back before the iPod, I lugged CDs to work everyday. At the end of the week, I'd end up with thirty or so littering my work area. Sometimes I'd be in the mood for those rarely enjoyed nostalgic Metal albums, other times it was the glam rock, and still others I would get in touch with my feminine side. Mirroring that selective what-I'm-in-the-mood-for method of weekly selection, every Sunday I load up the pod with music for the work week. When the iPod capacity is reached, I empty the whole thing and start over. Last night I decided to go with a theme: Just the chicks.
A female singer (sweet or rough) will scratch my musical itch every time. Do I enjoy the music more if they are cute? Or does making good music make them cute? Really, it's all about the music but I am guilty of occasionally listening to something, really wanting to like it, because I find the vocalist attractive.
Being gay from the waist up, I'm blessed with a sensitive side that allows me to cry at movies, decorate with confidence, and cook with an eye on presentation. Thankfully for the lady, I'm straight from the waist down. Still, three-thousand-seven-hundred-eighty-one tracks of nothing but the ladies might eventually put me on the same cycle as the misses. If that happens, I hope Minnesota green lights same sex marriages soon.
3 comments:
John always claims he's a lesbian trapped in a man's body.
This no balls ipod situation is going to corrected by the next poker night, right? I'm sorry, but I'm not listening to Casey Scott no matter how many shots there are.
Maybe he wont even show up for your poker night now!
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