All my fellow late night tweeters know how this works: lately I come home from work and crash and around 11PM my nocturnal vampire energy kicks in and I’m up til at least 3 AM grinding away with all my might (minds out of the gutter, focus please). Last night I couldn’t get Be Good To You by Vivian Green out of my head so I wanted to hear her first album – A Love Story. I dashed to my stash and searched through my alphabetized collection of over 1000 CDs and wouldn’t ya know it wasn’t there? Story of my life: when I’m looking for a love story, it eludes and almost evades me – can’t find that shit nowhere. So i resorted to streaming it online. Then this morning, as I’m getting dressed what do u think I found tucked behind my CD shelf? A Love Story. Typical. After I settled for a watered down, interrupted-by-ads version last night. Message?
Profound, Sir.
You don't know how on the money you are with this one.
I must say that lately articles that seem to describe my love life or lack there of to a "t"! This article is no different. I think you have a taught a lot of people a lesson whether they want to admit it or not. I am ready for my emotional rollercoaster….