I need a new cell phone. Well I really don’t need one, but I want a new one. My current one still works, but I have to recharge it every other day, and I get those looks from people that say, oh poor you, your phone is old and pathetic. Or maybe it’s me they’re looking at and thinking that about … anyway, so I’ve been looking. That’s about it. Because every time I walk into the store, my brain automatically shuts off. I have no idea what I’m looking for, I’m overwhelmed.
Scene – local cell phone shop
Me: A kind woman who wants a new cell phone, not just looking at the free phones but will actually buy one if it’s the right one.
Clerk – Know it all cell phone geek, at least he's smiling
Me: (Hopeful, cheery voice) Hi! What is the best phone you’ve got here?
Clerk: (Smiling , snarky voice) Well, there’s no such thing as the best phone.
Me: (Hopeless, sad voice) Okay, nice talking to you. Thanks….
Me exits store
I just want someone to say, well at this price range, this is currently the best selling model. It features this___ and this___ which means this___ and that____. But instead I get this:
Clerk: (Smiling with snarky voice) Can I help you?
Me: ( sad defeated voice) Yeah, I’m looking for a new phone.
Clerk: (smiling with snarky voice) What are you looking for on it?
Me: ( sad defeated voice) I just want to be able to make a call, and receive a call. Let’s start there. .
Clerk: (smiling with snarky voice) Okay! blah blah blah. blah, blah blah blah. and blah blah blah and oh, it’ll park your car for you too!
Me: ( sad defeated voice) Okay, nice talking to you. Thanks….
Me exits store
I have no idea what he’s talking about! Do I really need a built in mp3 player and download blah blah?? Do I need a phone that can park my car, prepare dinner, and wash my hair while I listen to music? Sounds good, but I miss the days when you had only one choice, but not like a communist state like way. A phone that made calls, saved messages, had a calculator. Oh, the humanity!
Do we just have too much choice these days? Or am I still living in the 20th century and need to live in the now??? I don’t know... ( sad defeated voice). I just want a new phone… : (
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
THE BASEMENT
When I was a child, my family lived in an old house, one with an unfinished basement. The basement was filled with a life time of stuff that my dad collected. Geez, I wonder where I get my hoarding tendencies from? Anyway, this basement of ours was filled with nooks and crannies, tables and chairs, shelves crammed with magazines, left over hardware, wood, and metal from various uncompleted projects, old wardrobes filled with even older linens and one filled with my dad’s various uniforms from his days in the RCAF, plain old junk and even a pile of coal. At one time there was also a tiny cellar room in the corner, filled with dusty, cob webbed wooden shelves and empty jam jars, a reminder of simpler days past. All of this created creepy shadows and dark corners and an imagination run wild.
But before my imagination knew better, it was a great place to explore and play. In those innocent, youthful days, us kids would hang out there playing games like red rover, we’d roller skate, play jacks, ping pong, or explore the unknown junk piled where ever it could find a home. One time, we even created a haunted house and invited the neighborhood kids to walk through. Some days I would help my grandmother with laundry and we’d hang the clothes on the make shift laundry lines that ran the length of the basement or I’d help her take out the gardening tools stored down there and help her out in her garden. Good memories. Happy, normal, childhood memories.
But as I reached my tween years, my mind now filled with scary new images from watching too much TV (watching the Screaming Woman or Carrie did not help), my imagination got the best of me. The basement now became the scariest place on earth!
It was dark, in that one lone lit bulb in the corner, casting long murky shadows kind of way. It was damp and would flood when it rained heavily on those dark stormy nights. The shadows became longer and those nooks and crannies, well they became great hiding places for a deranged killer hiding from the cops on that dark stormy night- at least that’s what I imagined. The millions of spider webs down there, vacant or occupied filled the rafters and the corners of the windows. I knew the spiders were just waiting to lunge at you if you were stupid enough to get close to their evil webs. A stick about the size of a 12” ruler, a nail at it’s centre so it could rotate into a latch was used to lock the basement door that led outside –it was a dad invention and may I add, wouldn’t exactly keep a deranged killer out, would it? And that tiny room in the corner, well, it became a creepy reminder of days past!!
If I had to be down there, to do laundry or grab something out of the freezer (another great hiding place, by the way, well if some deranged killer liked the deep freeze), I’d make it fast, race back up the stairs quick as can be, close the door and lock that sucker behind me – safe! At times, I even remember, before making the dangerous trek down, I would call out at the top of the stairs, is anyone down there?? As if someone would answer, “Yeah, deranged killer down here, so you better not come down here. On second thought, please do!”
To add to the whole terrifying creepiness of the basement, it had one of those ancient furnaces with the caste iron door you open up in front; you know the type, like the one in A Nightmare on Elm Street that was used to hide Freddy Krueger’s finger knives? I’d always have a quick peek inside to make sure no one was hiding in there, even though realistically no one could ever fit in there, except maybe a killer toy clown. And that’s the only kind there are you know. Don’t believe me? Check out spitzletheclown.blogspot.com.
Oddly enough, as I write this, and these crazy childhood memories come flooding back, I find all of these memories of the basement- good memories. I guess because, it’s my imagination that made it seem like such a creepy place in the first place. At least I hope it was just my imagination… spitzle, is that you?
But before my imagination knew better, it was a great place to explore and play. In those innocent, youthful days, us kids would hang out there playing games like red rover, we’d roller skate, play jacks, ping pong, or explore the unknown junk piled where ever it could find a home. One time, we even created a haunted house and invited the neighborhood kids to walk through. Some days I would help my grandmother with laundry and we’d hang the clothes on the make shift laundry lines that ran the length of the basement or I’d help her take out the gardening tools stored down there and help her out in her garden. Good memories. Happy, normal, childhood memories.
But as I reached my tween years, my mind now filled with scary new images from watching too much TV (watching the Screaming Woman or Carrie did not help), my imagination got the best of me. The basement now became the scariest place on earth!
It was dark, in that one lone lit bulb in the corner, casting long murky shadows kind of way. It was damp and would flood when it rained heavily on those dark stormy nights. The shadows became longer and those nooks and crannies, well they became great hiding places for a deranged killer hiding from the cops on that dark stormy night- at least that’s what I imagined. The millions of spider webs down there, vacant or occupied filled the rafters and the corners of the windows. I knew the spiders were just waiting to lunge at you if you were stupid enough to get close to their evil webs. A stick about the size of a 12” ruler, a nail at it’s centre so it could rotate into a latch was used to lock the basement door that led outside –it was a dad invention and may I add, wouldn’t exactly keep a deranged killer out, would it? And that tiny room in the corner, well, it became a creepy reminder of days past!!
If I had to be down there, to do laundry or grab something out of the freezer (another great hiding place, by the way, well if some deranged killer liked the deep freeze), I’d make it fast, race back up the stairs quick as can be, close the door and lock that sucker behind me – safe! At times, I even remember, before making the dangerous trek down, I would call out at the top of the stairs, is anyone down there?? As if someone would answer, “Yeah, deranged killer down here, so you better not come down here. On second thought, please do!”
To add to the whole terrifying creepiness of the basement, it had one of those ancient furnaces with the caste iron door you open up in front; you know the type, like the one in A Nightmare on Elm Street that was used to hide Freddy Krueger’s finger knives? I’d always have a quick peek inside to make sure no one was hiding in there, even though realistically no one could ever fit in there, except maybe a killer toy clown. And that’s the only kind there are you know. Don’t believe me? Check out spitzletheclown.blogspot.com.
Oddly enough, as I write this, and these crazy childhood memories come flooding back, I find all of these memories of the basement- good memories. I guess because, it’s my imagination that made it seem like such a creepy place in the first place. At least I hope it was just my imagination… spitzle, is that you?
Friday, February 13, 2009
Rant
I haven't ranted on this blog yet. I have some pent up annoyances - thought i'd share them with you- enjoy!
1)How did Katy Perry get a record deal? Have you heard her “sing”? Taking a note from American idol, it’s pitchy all over the place and her voice cracks. Have you seen her on any of the award shows? And she’s everywhere – might as well milk it while she can. She sounds horrible! William Hung better watch out – there’s someone worse then him and she’s about to take your crown away!
2) When you read this next rant, you have to pause when you see a * .
Theres’ a * certain dj on a* local radio station., who uhm pauses * at least like uhm * five times in uhm * like * one sentence. And says like * uhm a lot.
Annoying isn’t it?? But what if you had to listen to him??? The worse torture, listening to him and something that I do to torture myself if I leave it on the station for more than 1 minute.. Sometimes I’ll turn to this station, he’ll be trying to speak and I just switch the channel but at times I listen just because I think I’m being unfair and caught him on a bad day. But it’s just the way he speaks. It’s not even that he’s pausing for dramatic effect! There’s a natural flow in the way a person speaks and pausing is necessary but pausing at a point where it’s not required? What’s you’re probably dude? Can’t think fast enough? The words don’t come quickly enough? How did you even get a radio gig? Is it because you look uglier than you sound???? I just want to reach through the radio, through the air waves and ring your neck!
3) And on that note, there is a man on the radio who identifies himself as Sean, from Spence Diamonds . Whenever I hear his voice I want to pour hot oil in my ears just so I don’t have to hear that annoying, nails on chalkboard voice. What does he sound like you ask? Imagine speaking in the most snarky, know it all voice you can do, condescending, high pitched bitchiness –
“Hi, I’m Sean from Spence diamonds. I have an annoying voice and many listeners have complained about me. But I don’t care, I’m going to continue doing these ads because I want to turn you hair white, and I want you to pour hot oil into your eardrums.”
They actually did have an ad where he spoke of how annoying people thought he sounded but he continues to do these ads!!!!!!!! God help me that I don’t find out where he lives and go to his home and ring this neck. Hey Spence Diamonds, even if you offered to give me free diamonds, I wouldn’t take them, or maybe I would so I could shove them down Sean’s throat.
Ahh, feel much better.
4) I hate it when people sneeze and don’t cover their nose. They just sneeze into the air or toward the ground like somehow the tiny particles of mucus and crap flying out of their nose isn’t going to blend in with the air that I breath, or land on some surface that I may touch. This is why I keep a bottle of hand sanitizer by my desk. Somehow I think it’ll protect me from all the grossness! I was once on a bus, and the person sitting behind me, sneezed. I felt this light mist hit the back of my neck! I had no tissue and I thought it’d be rude of me if I made a motion toward the back of my neck as if I would offend him and imply that his grossness affected me! So I did nothing , all the while willing the bus driver to drive faster damn it, so I could reach my destination and burn the skin off the back of my neck.
I’ll be back with more. Thanks for reading. Needed to get that off my chest.
1)How did Katy Perry get a record deal? Have you heard her “sing”? Taking a note from American idol, it’s pitchy all over the place and her voice cracks. Have you seen her on any of the award shows? And she’s everywhere – might as well milk it while she can. She sounds horrible! William Hung better watch out – there’s someone worse then him and she’s about to take your crown away!
2) When you read this next rant, you have to pause when you see a * .
Theres’ a * certain dj on a* local radio station., who uhm pauses * at least like uhm * five times in uhm * like * one sentence. And says like * uhm a lot.
Annoying isn’t it?? But what if you had to listen to him??? The worse torture, listening to him and something that I do to torture myself if I leave it on the station for more than 1 minute.. Sometimes I’ll turn to this station, he’ll be trying to speak and I just switch the channel but at times I listen just because I think I’m being unfair and caught him on a bad day. But it’s just the way he speaks. It’s not even that he’s pausing for dramatic effect! There’s a natural flow in the way a person speaks and pausing is necessary but pausing at a point where it’s not required? What’s you’re probably dude? Can’t think fast enough? The words don’t come quickly enough? How did you even get a radio gig? Is it because you look uglier than you sound???? I just want to reach through the radio, through the air waves and ring your neck!
3) And on that note, there is a man on the radio who identifies himself as Sean, from Spence Diamonds . Whenever I hear his voice I want to pour hot oil in my ears just so I don’t have to hear that annoying, nails on chalkboard voice. What does he sound like you ask? Imagine speaking in the most snarky, know it all voice you can do, condescending, high pitched bitchiness –
“Hi, I’m Sean from Spence diamonds. I have an annoying voice and many listeners have complained about me. But I don’t care, I’m going to continue doing these ads because I want to turn you hair white, and I want you to pour hot oil into your eardrums.”
They actually did have an ad where he spoke of how annoying people thought he sounded but he continues to do these ads!!!!!!!! God help me that I don’t find out where he lives and go to his home and ring this neck. Hey Spence Diamonds, even if you offered to give me free diamonds, I wouldn’t take them, or maybe I would so I could shove them down Sean’s throat.
Ahh, feel much better.
4) I hate it when people sneeze and don’t cover their nose. They just sneeze into the air or toward the ground like somehow the tiny particles of mucus and crap flying out of their nose isn’t going to blend in with the air that I breath, or land on some surface that I may touch. This is why I keep a bottle of hand sanitizer by my desk. Somehow I think it’ll protect me from all the grossness! I was once on a bus, and the person sitting behind me, sneezed. I felt this light mist hit the back of my neck! I had no tissue and I thought it’d be rude of me if I made a motion toward the back of my neck as if I would offend him and imply that his grossness affected me! So I did nothing , all the while willing the bus driver to drive faster damn it, so I could reach my destination and burn the skin off the back of my neck.
I’ll be back with more. Thanks for reading. Needed to get that off my chest.
Update or proof that I need to be committed
An update on my last posting:
The gods smiled down on me and gave me a break this past Wednesday – they probably know how much debt I’m in and thought I could save some money rather than spend it all on kinder surprises.
My sister who has also joined in my obsession, purchased 3 boxes for me at the superstore. Apparently there is a whole wad of them there. I digress. The first try resulted in another mantis, but as I opened the second little orange container, holding my breath, I saw something I had not seen before. Having received so many duplicates of the other characters, I could recognize them fairly quick. But this time, I saw an unfamiliar black and orange tucked inside the container. Could it actually be the elusive Tigress????
Yes, at long last! A cry of joy! Tears flowed down my cheeks! I’m kidding, but the realization that the set was finally complete was an overwhelming relief. But what do I do now? I have no excuse to purchase more kinders surprises, or even a case of them from Costco.
But, I can always start a second Kung Fu Panda set! I’m meeting a guy tonight to trade him my extra viper and oogway for his extra crane and tai lung, which would mean I have another almost complete set… except for a tigress.
The gods smiled down on me and gave me a break this past Wednesday – they probably know how much debt I’m in and thought I could save some money rather than spend it all on kinder surprises.
My sister who has also joined in my obsession, purchased 3 boxes for me at the superstore. Apparently there is a whole wad of them there. I digress. The first try resulted in another mantis, but as I opened the second little orange container, holding my breath, I saw something I had not seen before. Having received so many duplicates of the other characters, I could recognize them fairly quick. But this time, I saw an unfamiliar black and orange tucked inside the container. Could it actually be the elusive Tigress????
Yes, at long last! A cry of joy! Tears flowed down my cheeks! I’m kidding, but the realization that the set was finally complete was an overwhelming relief. But what do I do now? I have no excuse to purchase more kinders surprises, or even a case of them from Costco.
But, I can always start a second Kung Fu Panda set! I’m meeting a guy tonight to trade him my extra viper and oogway for his extra crane and tai lung, which would mean I have another almost complete set… except for a tigress.
Monday, February 9, 2009
kinder surprise
Kinder Surprises are chocolate eggs that contain a little surprise toy inside! Woo hoo!
I was first introduced to Kinder Surprises about 15 years ago by a German friend who’s husband colleted the little toys you receive inside. Over the years, I have purchased a few here and there, collecting the various toys.
A few months back I purchased a pack in which you were guaranteed 2 toys based on the movie Kung Foo Panda. How adorable I thought! I loved that movie! Being Chinese and all, I could relate to movie, not all the Po believing in your self stuff, but rather his dad’s love of noodles!
Anywho, the first 2 toys I picked up were Shifu and Monkey. There are 9 toys in all to complete the set- shifu, po, ooqway, monkey, viper, crane, mantis, ti lung and tigress. I have never collected kinder surprise groupings before, why I’ve started now, I don’t know. But once I got those 2, I felt the need to get the remaining seven. Needless to say I have purchased a lot of eggs and now have toys from other collections. Weird ape set, weird musical note set, fast cars set, spinning tops set, ugly crayon i-don’t –know-what –they –are set. None is complete and that includes my Kung Fu Panda set. I have all but one. The elusive tigress.
My quest for tigress has resulted in the for mentioned incomplete sets, and a lot of empty chocolate eggs in my freezer (they taste so much better when the chocolate is cold). My desperate search has led me to email Kinder Surprise itself – how can I get tigress? is it in a specially marked box?? Please help. I was told there is no secret, and it’s the luck of the draw. Good luck on your search, spend more money buying Kinder Surprises and have a great day!
I’ve even responded to ads on Craigslist, other people trying to complete their sets! I’ll trade you my extra shifus or oogways for one damn tigress!!! The thing about craigslist is, I think the 2 people who’ve posted ads are adults, like me! Not “kinders” at all.
Yes, what started of as a mild amusement had turned into a full blown obsession. My search for Tigress has replaced my obsession for Trevor Linden and that hasn’t ended yet either.
I was first introduced to Kinder Surprises about 15 years ago by a German friend who’s husband colleted the little toys you receive inside. Over the years, I have purchased a few here and there, collecting the various toys.
A few months back I purchased a pack in which you were guaranteed 2 toys based on the movie Kung Foo Panda. How adorable I thought! I loved that movie! Being Chinese and all, I could relate to movie, not all the Po believing in your self stuff, but rather his dad’s love of noodles!
Anywho, the first 2 toys I picked up were Shifu and Monkey. There are 9 toys in all to complete the set- shifu, po, ooqway, monkey, viper, crane, mantis, ti lung and tigress. I have never collected kinder surprise groupings before, why I’ve started now, I don’t know. But once I got those 2, I felt the need to get the remaining seven. Needless to say I have purchased a lot of eggs and now have toys from other collections. Weird ape set, weird musical note set, fast cars set, spinning tops set, ugly crayon i-don’t –know-what –they –are set. None is complete and that includes my Kung Fu Panda set. I have all but one. The elusive tigress.
My quest for tigress has resulted in the for mentioned incomplete sets, and a lot of empty chocolate eggs in my freezer (they taste so much better when the chocolate is cold). My desperate search has led me to email Kinder Surprise itself – how can I get tigress? is it in a specially marked box?? Please help. I was told there is no secret, and it’s the luck of the draw. Good luck on your search, spend more money buying Kinder Surprises and have a great day!
I’ve even responded to ads on Craigslist, other people trying to complete their sets! I’ll trade you my extra shifus or oogways for one damn tigress!!! The thing about craigslist is, I think the 2 people who’ve posted ads are adults, like me! Not “kinders” at all.
Yes, what started of as a mild amusement had turned into a full blown obsession. My search for Tigress has replaced my obsession for Trevor Linden and that hasn’t ended yet either.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
celebrity smut
I'm addicted to trashy celebrity tabloids and websites! I admit it.
It used to be a vague interest in the occasional celebrity crush- i'd buy a magazine with a male celeb I thought was hot, or an issue of Star magazine that had the latest scandal, see celebs without make-up, celebrity cellulite.
But now, it's bad! The internet is filled with celebrity bloggers who give you up to the minute news on all those celebs you just gotta know about! I don't check my work email when i first get in at 9:10am ( i start at 9), i check the celeb bloggers. I spend the first hour of my day catching up on the daily celebrity smut. At first it started off rather innocently with Laineygossip. I read about her in the local paper and thought I'd check it out as she's from Vancouver. Then it was and still is Perez Hilton, a man who has now become famous for blogging about celebs like firecrotch(lindsey lohan) not wearing any panties, and for drawing amusing pics on their faces... . But the best blogger has to be Michael K of Dlisted. this guy is hilarious! I can't get enough.
For a woman my age, I know way too much about Miley Cyrus and the Jonas brothers. I'm embarassed for myself that I even know who they are! Found out Lance Bass was gay before he publicly came out. Do I really need to know about how slutty Sienna Miller is??
Yes , I do!
I blame it on Brangelina. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about just google it! I'm obsessed with them. I need to know right now where in the world they are. Angelina is apparently in Thailand on a UN mission. and those kids! cute as ever. eat your heart out Jennifer MANiston (that's what Perez calls her).
Yes, I know what you're thinking - get a life woman! I completely agree. As soon as award season is over, cuz I really need to know the smut that goes down at the oscars. and of course what they wear.
HELP!
It used to be a vague interest in the occasional celebrity crush- i'd buy a magazine with a male celeb I thought was hot, or an issue of Star magazine that had the latest scandal, see celebs without make-up, celebrity cellulite.
But now, it's bad! The internet is filled with celebrity bloggers who give you up to the minute news on all those celebs you just gotta know about! I don't check my work email when i first get in at 9:10am ( i start at 9), i check the celeb bloggers. I spend the first hour of my day catching up on the daily celebrity smut. At first it started off rather innocently with Laineygossip. I read about her in the local paper and thought I'd check it out as she's from Vancouver. Then it was and still is Perez Hilton, a man who has now become famous for blogging about celebs like firecrotch(lindsey lohan) not wearing any panties, and for drawing amusing pics on their faces... . But the best blogger has to be Michael K of Dlisted. this guy is hilarious! I can't get enough.
For a woman my age, I know way too much about Miley Cyrus and the Jonas brothers. I'm embarassed for myself that I even know who they are! Found out Lance Bass was gay before he publicly came out. Do I really need to know about how slutty Sienna Miller is??
Yes , I do!
I blame it on Brangelina. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about just google it! I'm obsessed with them. I need to know right now where in the world they are. Angelina is apparently in Thailand on a UN mission. and those kids! cute as ever. eat your heart out Jennifer MANiston (that's what Perez calls her).
Yes, I know what you're thinking - get a life woman! I completely agree. As soon as award season is over, cuz I really need to know the smut that goes down at the oscars. and of course what they wear.
HELP!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
hypochondriac
I've been accused of being a hypochondriac, by a few people , even a doctor. but am i really? doesn't everyone go to the doctor when they have a sniffle or a sore?? doesn't everyone think a tummy ache may be a tumor?
yesterday at the gym, a place we know is full of germs, i got a scratch on my baby finger. it's a bit red so i put a band-aid on it. but now i'm worried i'm going to get that flesh eating disease, necrosis just like that 20 year old brazillian model i read about. she developed septicemia from urinary tract infection which then developed into necrosis! apparently necrosis is the 10th main killer of people in the US of A, 800,000 people a year die from it!!!
cautious is what i am, not a hypochondriac! maybe i should stop reading newspaper articles and googling about horrible diseases, deaths etc! i caught the tail end of a health report on the news this morning about multiple sclerosis - i'm worried i may come down with that now.
but me, a hypochondriac, i don't think so.
yesterday at the gym, a place we know is full of germs, i got a scratch on my baby finger. it's a bit red so i put a band-aid on it. but now i'm worried i'm going to get that flesh eating disease, necrosis just like that 20 year old brazillian model i read about. she developed septicemia from urinary tract infection which then developed into necrosis! apparently necrosis is the 10th main killer of people in the US of A, 800,000 people a year die from it!!!
cautious is what i am, not a hypochondriac! maybe i should stop reading newspaper articles and googling about horrible diseases, deaths etc! i caught the tail end of a health report on the news this morning about multiple sclerosis - i'm worried i may come down with that now.
but me, a hypochondriac, i don't think so.
Monday, February 2, 2009
happy ground hog day!
Happy ground hog day. i have this feeling i already wrote that. So, Wiarton Willie and Punxsutawney Phil saw there shadows today. : ( which means 6 more weeks of winter! It definately felt like winter yesterday as I volunteered down at my gig for the cny parade. Outside from 9:30 am til 4:30pm freezing my butt off! I was doing face painting which in itself wasn't bad, as the kids , and some happy adults had their faces decorated with the only things i was willing to draw. an ox, the chinese symbol for ox and my attempts at dogs, rats, butterflies, dragons and snakes, and perhaps one pig. as some of you may know, i can draw, but try doing a detail work of art with a waxy crayon, not easy. so you improvise. "you don't want a dragon, you want an ox." obi wan was with me.
it was fun other than the freezing cold rain. i won't even get into working with a bunch of teenagers - i'll leave that for another bitter day.
on another note, what ever happened to Corey Hart? big question of the day. on my way to work and heard one of his songs which for some unknown reason, you don't hear much on the radio anymore! i think it was everything in my heart and it made me want to find my best of corey hart cassette. yeah, that's right, i wrote cassette. peace out.
it was fun other than the freezing cold rain. i won't even get into working with a bunch of teenagers - i'll leave that for another bitter day.
on another note, what ever happened to Corey Hart? big question of the day. on my way to work and heard one of his songs which for some unknown reason, you don't hear much on the radio anymore! i think it was everything in my heart and it made me want to find my best of corey hart cassette. yeah, that's right, i wrote cassette. peace out.
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