I'm listening to Ritual De Lo Habitual. I haven't listened to this album in a hot minute. I remember the day I heard it for the first time. It was, in short, amazing. I remember driving around with my friends and getting into the sort of trouble teenage girl miscreants do while blasting it at top volume. The album itself came out in 1990. It was considered 'old' when I discovered it. I bet it's just plain vintage now. It's both amazing and scary how much music has influenced that paths that my life has taken. Would I have ever been so keen to try heroin had it not been Lou Reeds drug of choice? Probably not. Is that lame? Perhaps. But it's the truth.
(To all those concerned, I no longer do heroin and haven't since about 2005 or so.)
I also would not have gone to a music conservatory for song writing had it not been for Trent Reznor and Tori Amos. Instead, I probably would have become bland and boring: attending Rutgers, getting blond highlights, and joining a sorority. No offense to anyone who has attended Rutgers or was in a sorority.
Also, I probably would have never become an SG.
Though to be fair, I'd probably have more money, a financially and emotionally stable husband, a house in the suburbs, and weekend trips to local wineries.
You know, now that I think about it, I'll take the poverty and whiskey. (There's some truth to the old adage 'Mo' money, mo' problems'. Though I'm not exactly sure how old that adage is. lol)
Anyway, I'm sitting around in my pajamas, which tonight consist of mens boxer briefs and a wife beater. Cause I'm classy like that.
I wish I could take better pictures of my butt. I'm extremely envious of the SG's that can take awesome selfies of their derrieres.
