breakfast oatmeal
well, the music didn’t, my dancing did
I. CANNOT. HELP. DANCING. TO GOOD MUSIC. CANNOT.
To boot, I am also enjoying my music library in chronological order. !!! I never thought I would, so I never listened to it that way. It’s why I have beaucoup playlists — muchas (demasiadas), molte, viele, muitos. You get the idea. Anyhow, it’s quite interesting and exciting. And a slew of moving songs have extended my photographing and prepping the oatmeal, but … I can’t help it.
I mean, really:
Thievery Corporation
Queen
George Michael
JLo
Bad Company
Dido
Maluma
Michael Anthony
Little Shop of Horrors 😱
… as I mentioned recently, I like a lot of things.
I dislike (may even abhor) a few. Now adding to those few (injustice, lies, bigotry, undue silence, winter, expectations) is spam. Not as in the spam we as kids liked on our plates (Yes, we did! Well, I did. Don’t know about my siblings.), but as in the spam clogging this blog =\.
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