I’ve tired of the revenge dad playlists, and am tiring of the single dad playlists, and am now riveted on mostly mafia boss playlists. I know it’s goofy, but it’s absolutely effective at soothing my adrenal overdrive. The mafia bosses are all devastatingly handsome and tall and and freakin’ flawlessly dressed with extremely vital spiritual characteristics that unerringly make everything wonderful for good people and REALLY very not wonderful for any form of bad guy.
Just as suave as James Bond, only much manlier and radically more loving. So… oh, wait… oh, my nerves… right. They are cosmically soothing to my fizzing old nerves.
I think maybe my morning nap is coming very early today, and I might even be at it with the links by the time normal people are getting up.
oh, boy, fast times at ridgemont high all over again
“under-immunized groups” — heavy sigh
the numerology fits it to a tee, don’t it?
not even five minutes — i’ve been stressing about it hard for many weeks
WHY won’t this drip just go live on an island and leave us alone?
Okay, it’s 7am and I’m more’n ready to get flat again and listen about the love lives of hunky mafia bosses. I’ll be back.
