Tuesday, 9 June 2009

d. c. ad nauseam

Music is the food of love, and all. We all know that.

And if you don't go around life with a tune in your head at all times, there's probably something very wrong with you.

But if the tune in your head is the final few bars of some music that goes in a soft porn flick you may have seen once or twice, over and over again, without the accompanying visual image...

...and you're at work for twelve hours and it's in your head all the way through the twelve hours...

Well, then there's definitely something very wrong with you.

But at least I'm unique.

2 comments:

Jeanne said...

That's just adorable. A little lame, but..so what? We're all guilty.

Also.. I just wanted to let you know.. albeit I'm one of your more quiet readers, I just started a blog at deliberateindulgence.blogspot, and I linked to you there.

:) Hope that's okay.

Jeanne

Innocent Loverboy said...

Hee, thanks.

I'm looking forward to more of your blog. You are SO added... as soon as I get the energy to update my links.