Over the last 24 hours I've downloaded 473 songs into my iTunes. Once I finished with Tom's stash, I started going thru stuff I already had but had never gotten around to transferring over.
That's being taken care of post haste.
When I got the OAR CD the other day, the song 'Wonderful Day' sorta kinda reminded me of Less Than Jake...who sorta remind me of the Mighty Mighty Bosstones. Have seen LTJ in concert twice. They kick. They rock. They blow...horns.
Flashback time when I listened to 'The Science of Selling Yourself Short'...one of my favorite LTJ songs to sing-along to when I got totally shitfaced...at the top of my lungs with my other equally shit-faced chickie buddies. That song used to remind us of A LOT of FL boys. OK. MOST FL boys. (Not you, Chris...you're one of the good ones!).
So yeah, sitting here thinking back to the FL days. Seems like ages ago when it was really less than 3 months ago.
Talked to Howard for the longest time tonite over 4 separate calls. He'll be 1/2 way thru Respiratory school by mid-May. Huge milestone. Trying to convince him that there WILL be a light at the end of the tunnel. And he WILL meet cute hot young chickies (the only type he's ever interested in) once he graduates and starts working in a hospital. Told him to hang in there and not settle for his 'chick from the past' ...never settle...ever.
He says it's easy for me to say, hard for him to live. I tell him to grow a backbone, then anything will be possible. He says I'm retarded. Then we both say goodnite and hang up. Just like the gazillion other calls we've had over the years.
Then he calls back to say thanks for the encouragement. And the last rent check that I sent him that he's finally gonna cash. And I tell him to hang in there, and he's his own worst enemy.
Just like the song says.