This is by far (I think) one of my most favorite songs from the 80’s. while I was growing up. When I was like super little my parents would let me make a pallet on the floor in front of the tv because I loved watching LA Law. Miami Vice (yes with Don Johnson) Omg! I had the biggest crush on that man there something fierce. But you remember the music that would be playing when those shows were first coming on? Yeah. Me too. I’d get my lil ass up off the floor and dance to the theme music to those shows. I’d do the running man when LA Law came on and I’d boogy woogy when Miami Vice came on.
Man those were the days of pure innocence. Me and my sister were 6 years apart but we took bubble baths together (we were still very little mind you) and we’d play pranks on our momma all the time. We’d grab a bar of soap and lather up our skin until we were completely solid white, an then yell for mom to come see us. She’d yell asking what is it. We’d yell back “You gotta see us momma”. She come in there, open the door, slowly, because she knew the possibilities of us having make-up (or worse) all over us. We’d be hiding behind the shower curtain and yell, “Boo”. She already knew what we were too, man. We looked like aliens or some kinda shit.
Anyway’s I’m at work right now an I’m pretty sure my 10 minute break is up. Someone is bound to come outside to yell for me that my times up. I’m sure of it.
Well, I was wrong about someone coming out to yell at me. Because not nan-nutta happened. When I came back inside and found out the shift manager (who I got so mad at I punched the wall and broke my hand over) already left for the day. She sure as shit would’ve been the one to yell for me. I don’t know why she don’t like me, she pretends to because we work together. Which is perfectly fine with me. However, I have no problems with her, except the times I ask her something (being respectful as hell mind you) and she replies in that snooty, I’m too good to work this kinda job, attitude of hers. That’s when I bite my tongue, turn around while saying, “Yes ma’am” and go back to whatever the fuck it was I was doing in the first place.
Take today for example: Everyone on backline had their breaks and we were fixing to switch over to lunch, so I asked if I could take my 10 minute break. I hadn’t even stepped out to smoke a cigarette like I normally would this morning. Then she said, “Yeah, but it best be 10 minutes and 10 minutes only”. Then that bitch checked the time and I told her I don’t start counting my time until I’m outside. I’ll be on time, I got you. And I was too, early at that! And the bitch wasn’t even here. Damn the luck!
But back to my topic.
Sorry I ramble a lot (especially inside my head) even when no one’s listening (which is usually how it is all the time, usually). If I feel the need to be heard I damn sure make it known. Let me just put that out there.
Okay, we already know I get distracted sooo easily. . .
When I got the phone I’m currently using I was so happy. I’ve wanted a Samsung Galaxy Phone from the first time I saw set out on display in the store. I also purchased another 32mb memory card because I knew I was gonna be using a lot of it’s storage/memory (what have you). I’m a subscriber to Spotify and I’ve made so many repetative playlists it’s insanely disorganized. So, instead of having just one playlist I have like twenty. I’ve did finally manage the first one I made. I usually title everything in a list, or collection ‘My Shit’. The second one is titled ‘My Shit #2’.
Yes, I’m that spunky, and repetative. Hell, I just like that title. It’s an original to me at least.
And ‘YES’. . .
I have different music by numerous artists in each of them. I may have added the same song (more than once) in each playlist, hence why I’ve been trying go through them so I could delete the fuck up’s I know (beyond a shadow of doubt) I made. Nevertheless, I condensed all my songs into the proper categories I think they should be in. Call me funny, because you’d laugh your ass off if you knew the titles to some of my other playlists.
For example: If the mood strikes between me and my husband then I play the one I call;
‘Vulgar Fucking Music‘
I have songs in my playlist from Janice Joplin ‘Me and Bobby Magee‘, ‘Plies/Rapper‘, ‘Chris Brown‘, ‘Counting Crows‘, ‘Bon Jovi‘, ‘50 Cent‘, and a helluva lot more. I’v even got ‘Patsi Cline’ in my playlist.
No matter what kid of mood I’m in, the music just always seeems yo sooth my soul. And I feel it all throughout my entire body. As I’m listening to music I get lost in my own world. Especially when I’m in my feelings. Whether I’m sad, happy, excited. It doesn’t matter whats playing. Hearing the music I start moving to it’s beats/rhythm, and I can feel the lyrics flow through my veins it feel like. No matter how I’m feeling, I can relate to the songs I’m listening to.
I make sure to charge my ear bud’s so I can listen to my music while doing my job. It helps me focus on all the shit I need to get done. I have a playlist I made just to listen to while I’m working. It’s all upbeat music so I’ll be bebopping all day. Matter of favt I was bebopping away while I was cooking, and my GM noticed me on her way out the back door. She then told Mrs. Paula that she’d “rather see me dancing, singing and on my shit than being fucked up and nodding out” except out loud, so I could hear her. I turned around and asked her what she said. Oh, and she did with no hesitation whatsoever, LOL!