Haha I swear this is the last time I put a Michael Bolton clip in my blog. I’m sorry I’ve just been playing his cassette tape in my car and I think he’s A-Mazing (don’t miss the gospel choir and voice-over life advice at the end of clip).
You know what else is amazing? How your body waits until you’re on vacation to become sick with stomach flu. And since I’ve turned 26, I seem to have acquired a hypochondriac -like worry when I get sick that it might become something serious, like shingles (really). I was sitting in the backyard to get some air/sun, and my legs! they look like an old person’s. I never wear shorts, so you can see the blue veins pretty well through the pale.
Veins! Old! Freakout!
But you know, worrying is a hereditary trait in my family — grandma and mom, both very bad worriers. And I don’t really want to be like that. So I figure if alcoholic parents can produce sober kids, so can I break free from the cycle and be a worry-free woman. I’m working on it, but sometimes, I don’t know, I can’t help it. Plus I figure you have to worry about some things, like that funny-looking freckle next to my boob, or the fact I haven’t come any further to making post-job plans (leaning towards teaching English in Costa Rica).
And I need to file those divorce papers, but they’re confusing as hell. Just a load of bullocks. Not a fan of the law right now. Such B.S.
Hem anyway, I think I need another musical pick-me-up.
How about you? You guys want?
Otis Redding, you know what we want.
You gonna give it to us?!?! Woo!
