oh mang
So I recently discovered that I can bring my i-pod...places...that are not the gym. So I was walking to class and, alas, there is the boyfriend walking towards me. (Immediately switch from embarassing Disney music to something much sexier). So then we had our first ever on-the-way-to-class-mid-day-kiss and I was so reminded of 9th grade with me and my fiance (Jon) that I felt the compelling urge to call all of my high school friends and get nostalgic.
Tomorrow we reunite!
So back to the i-pod story. I was listening to "How Many Licks" in Annenberg and was suddenly overcome with the fear that I was singing out loud:
"Puerto Rican papi, used to be a deacon
Now he be suckin me off on the weekend
And this black dude I call king kong
Had a BIG ass dick and a HURRICANE tongue"
Oh just imagine. So perhaps no more i-pod.
Tomorrow we reunite!
So back to the i-pod story. I was listening to "How Many Licks" in Annenberg and was suddenly overcome with the fear that I was singing out loud:
"Puerto Rican papi, used to be a deacon
Now he be suckin me off on the weekend
And this black dude I call king kong
Had a BIG ass dick and a HURRICANE tongue"
Oh just imagine. So perhaps no more i-pod.