On the other hand...

Woodhands, that is. See, how fickle I am? Now, instead of crooning to tiny tots, I want to eat vast amounts of drugs and swap sweat with nasty strangers... Mind you, one often begets the other.

Heartbreak in the Afternoon

Sniffle. This song is breaking my heart. It's 1:15 PM & I'm entering data & listening to Mason Jennings sing to his children. Who isn't a sucker for a good-looking singer/songwriter who loves babies? Oh, right - straight men. Pfft, who needs them? Oh, right again... damn.

Well nevermind. I'm just going to carry on my fiery romance with the married and fatherly Mr. Jennings. I think it's going to be a very fulfilling relationship.

Let's Make Out

I am pretty much totally in love with this song. I'd also like go on record with the fact that I'm a pretty solid fan of making out. Why don't we spend more time making out in life? I honestly can't think of ANYTHING better. Everything about it is excellent. Furilla.

Let's Make Out

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Another reason why I do not approve of nicknames

Who you are to me

Do I call you toots? No. I do not call anybody by a silly nickname. Nobody deserves silliness. Not even those who bring it upon themselves


Amen, WernerHerzblog, amen.