I’m a twenty-something university grad living in the Bay Area with hopes of returning to the world of academia for Japanese, linguistics, or East Asian Studies.
My obsessive-compulsions include stopping the microwave only when the time remaining is divisible by five and reading the fine print on commercials.
My first sip of tea was out of my baby bottle. I make one of the best cuppas you’ll ever taste.
This is The Vagaband playing out on the streets of Bury St Edmunds. I didn’t mean to but apparently I recorded the instrumental part of the song; however, their vocals are great too. Check them out when you can.
Apparently, it’s just me who hears it.
I have a tendency to listen to jazz on Pandora while studying. It’s pleasant to my ears, I don’t get distracted by lyrics, and [apparently] my Haruki Murakami collection has subliminally influenced my music tastes.
Tonight, Gordon James’ song “Sunshine” came on and all I could hear was an instrumental version of TLC’s “Red Light Special”.
I replayed the song for Wayne after my study session and he doesn’t hear it.
Is it just me?
Red Poppy at 24th and Folsom. Muy hipster.
No Refund (N’SYNC)
==throwback time===
I could kill that song.
Listening to @somafm #Covers and wondering why have I not sang “Enter the Sandman” at karaoke before. I really could kick ass on it. \m/
