Waiting for an appointment. For 45 minutes.....
There's magazines, and I have my phone.
So reading and activities are covered.
But there's no escaping this tidal wave of musical goodness.
My musical emasculation started in fine form. Celine Dion belting out whatever song it was. Follow it up with a slow Gloria Estefan or whatever group that was, and my testicles had begun to recede into my body. This could make my physical quite interesting.
Saved by a commercial break, then a song that took me back to my first semester at college. To the first woman to ever play handball with my heart.(But not the last.....sigh...) Lo-I have been jaded.
Ah, to go back in time and slap myself in the back of the neck, I think to myself. The song ends.
And yes. Cue the Cher. If I could turn back time. Put her in a slutty outfit and have her straddle some guns on a naval vessel.
Kudos, cosmic arbiter of irony. Kudos.
Some other thoughts:
If I never hear Atlantic star again, that's cool.
"She's like the wind." ...so she blows? Awesome.
Not a bad station overall. Just not for me. read more