Sweaty summer songs and other stories, such as: Never tell a writer…
that “everyone is a writer.”
That makes the writer want to jump out of her first-floor window into a rose bush. That, along with the sentence that starts with, “while we are impressed with your qualifications..”.
At least I’m applying for jobs, though, right? Many folks I know are beginning to get burned out. Hell! I damn near decided to throw in my writer towel when I found out Lawrence.com was pretty much kaput.
No towel throwing, I say!
My towel is staying on my rack (dirty), thank you very much! I’ve still got, uhhh, hope (she whispered)…
Onto the tunes!
These songs make my gym visits a bit more enjoyable. They also muffle out the sound of gym dudes yelling “Woo!”, and, “Yeah!” (total bonus!).
~NERD WARNING: I’ve been on an electronic, trance kick (yes. I may have watched The Beach recently). Also, I cannot be blamed for some of the horrible, cheese ball images people use as backing for these songs. It wasn’t me!~
Teams: “Bali” (Mmm. Bowie’s Bowie)
~ This list was brought to you by a grumpy girl and her bouncy Beagle (well, she’s bouncy most of the time).~