(Looking over this thing I realized it made little to no sense to those not living inside my brain. It’s meant to be a sort of Random non-something or other. I didn’t list the titles of the songs for a very specific reason. So, if you are reading this, -and I doubt very much that you are- just supply your own personal soundtrack. Much of what has been said here could be said about many different songs/singers. Sorry for any confusion.)
Lies. I’m telling you. All lies. (By the way. Remind me, how long it takes for a non-contested divorce to be finalized in California. — Of course, I could have my facts wrong. I’m pretty sure I don’t, but even a year is a pretty SHORT period of time.)
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I was this once. It’s been a few years. (Great sound. Some wiped out by years of chain smoking. — I’m just saying.)
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There may have been cannabis involved. Or just wine. (But then he doesn’t drink. Much. Does he? Again, might have his — er, um — MY facts wrong.)
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Bruno Mars Break. (Grenade) Dance!
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Birds. I’m not in the mood for birds. Plus, too obvious. Seriously.
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How long have people been naming their kids this. I knew a few in school. Sort of thought it was a recent (see 60’s-80’s thing). Never met anybody’s Grandmother named this. (Bit of unintentional snark there. Age ain’t nothing but a number.)
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Used to sing this to The Kid to put her to sleep. Beautiful song. Genuinely remarkable voice. (I hate cigarettes. Just so you know.) — No real snark here. Unless one can be snark-y towards cigarettes. Pretty sure that ship sailed a while back.
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This song used to make me cry like a baby. (Then my heart died. — No, but seriously, I used to sob. It doesn’t get to me like it used to.)
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