I had a dream last night about the kids that used to tease me from kindergarten thru 8th grade. At a Catholic school.

I can only imagine how it would go now.

To the kid who used to pretend to spit in my hair: Fuck you.

To the kid who called me fat: Go to hell, you dickturd.

To the kid who threw the red rubber ball at my face, thereby breaking my glasses: Eat a fat one, asshole.

There, I feel much better now.

This is my favorite song today, because I love her voice and it’s extremely catchy. Ironically, it is the polar opposite of my past love life.

“Ex’s & Oh’s” by Elle King

Well, I had me a boy, turned him into a man
I showed him all the things that he didn’t understand
Whoa, and then I let him go
Now, there’s one in California who’s been cursing my name
‘Cause I found me a better lover in the UK
Hey, hey, until I made my getaway
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
‘Cause I’m the best baby that they never gotta keep
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave
Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like gho-o-osts they want me to make ’em all
They won’t let go
Ex’s and oh’s
I had a summer lover down in New Orleans
Kept him warm in the winter, left him frozen in the spring
My, my, how the seasons go by
I get high, and I love to get low
So the hearts keep breaking, and the heads just roll
You know that’s how the story goes
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
‘Cause I’m the best baby that they never gotta keep
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave
Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like gho-o-osts they want me to make ’em all
They won’t let go
My ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like gho-o-osts they want me to make ’em all
They won’t let go
Ex’s and oh’sOne, two, three, they gonna run back to me
Climbing over mountains and a-sailing over seas
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave

My ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like gho-o-osts they want me to make ’em all
They won’t let go

Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like gho-o-osts they want me to make ’em all
They won’t let go
Ex’s and oh’s

Alice told me that my voice is deep, melodic and extremely soothing. What a lovely compliment. She, by comparison, sounds like a innocent, sweet little girl. (Which is also a compliment.)

I often wonder what your voices sound like. I would be happy to hear from any one of you, but I know that most people despise talking on the phone. It is a lost art form. (So is listening to music on a cassette.)

cassette

Have a nice Thursday. If God is willing, I will have some fab news to share tomorrow!

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