Juicy
So last night, Joe and I were up at Old Zinnie's and an old friend of mine (from Boston now), an ex-coworker, comes in, in town on break from school. We stay later, spend and drink more, than we should on a Sunday. Nice time, though.
Driving to work this morning, I am HUNG OVER. Blech. Hate that feeling. But does anybody remember that R & B song "Juicy Fruit" by Mtume? It comes on the radio and I crank it up and sing along.
For some reason I daymared that I was going to have a heart attack as I drove over the viaduct. And then I thought, "This is most likely how I will go." : Careening into the concrete guide, while I slackfacedly repeat "Juicy" and follow the sparesounding keyboard with my fingers on the steering wheel.
I hope someone saw me, looking like a ghost, driving my crapper car, and singing along to that song with a pained look on my face.
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Feeling far better now after some judicious angel left leftover sausage biscuits from some morning meeting in the cafeteria. Absorbing ... .
Driving to work this morning, I am HUNG OVER. Blech. Hate that feeling. But does anybody remember that R & B song "Juicy Fruit" by Mtume? It comes on the radio and I crank it up and sing along.
For some reason I daymared that I was going to have a heart attack as I drove over the viaduct. And then I thought, "This is most likely how I will go." : Careening into the concrete guide, while I slackfacedly repeat "Juicy" and follow the sparesounding keyboard with my fingers on the steering wheel.
I hope someone saw me, looking like a ghost, driving my crapper car, and singing along to that song with a pained look on my face.
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Feeling far better now after some judicious angel left leftover sausage biscuits from some morning meeting in the cafeteria. Absorbing ... .