Music is My Boyfriend

This is maybe the coolest site ever: Musicovery : interactive webRadio. Define your mood. Select some genres and decades and then look at all the pretty colors. I found it years ago and forgot about it, but I'm totally bringing this back now.

What's My Age Again?

I'm very emotional and I'm not quite sure why. Perhaps it's because I've been listening to the Where the Light Is: John Mayer Live in LA album on repeat for the past 3 days. It could also be because I'm turning 24 tomorrow, which to me, signifies the absolute end of being a child. Okay that's probably not entirely true. I still don't know how to do my taxes or cook a piece of chicken. I have no clue about mortgages or getting married or taking care of someone else. In a way, age is just another social invention. Yes, our bodies get older, our minds deteriorate, and our souls mature, but who says I have to settle down and stop being restless and crazy? My resolution for my 25th year in this life is to stop trying to conform.

In a sick twisted way, I'm only in NYC working in Advertising out of rebellion.... against myself. My dream forever was to be a writer and make movies. I was watching the Academy Awards and was reminded of that. So why did I switch my major from Film to Advertising? Because I thought it would be fun.. at the time. On that one day in my Freshman seminar, I could picture myself at work in the city in a high rise building going to lunches and schmoozing. Now that is my life, and it's not really me but it's scary that I created it out of one daydream. It was just me playing dress up in my mind!

Advertising is easy. Actually most things are pretty easy and I could be good at it if I cared enough. But I'm not passionate about it. Some days I love New York City and my conformed life. It's really fun and I know tons of people and I go out enough. I curse the sunrise as I walk home on weekend mornings because the bars close at 4am and I go to fancy restaurants with sales reps and someone always has a plan. For a restless, distracted person, this place is mecca and hell. My friends that know me the most though, know that this place isn't totally me. It doesn't really suit who I am. Now that I see their perspective, it's so obvious. I'm only here because I was rebelling. My plan was always to move to CA after graduation. Then I was in a relationship and it became "our" plan. So when that ended, I was like screw you, I'm going to your least favorite city in the country. And I moved to NYC... against his will and against my own, which is pretty stupid in retrospect. I proved to myself that I can live in New York and I can get jobs and shake hands with VIPs etc. In my head though, I'm laughing at the entire situation. It's very funny to me how seriously some people take this and how much control I'm given. And then I get caught up in "the game" and obsessing and stressing about guys, when in reality, I never want to date a guy that makes me stressed!

It's SO OBVIOUS NOW! I'm living a fake life for me. I'm lying to myself by living inside the lines. I don't follow rules and I'm not meant to be in a cube or an office building. "What do I have to lose by moving and changing my path? What do I have to gain by staying?" Now I just need to constantly remind myself of what I was planning to do so I don't get distracted by all of the pretty lights and the smug, replaceable boys in generic bars. Here's the plan: I'm going to move to Portland with my sister and work some stupid job for a year while I write and get a portfolio together. Then I'm going to apply to schools in California for writing and I'm going to go in 2010 to get a Masters. From there I will hopefully get a deal and work from home in sweatpants with my coffee grinder and dark curtains. If that doesn't pan out right away, I can teach at a college. I need to be creative all the time and I need outlets besides drinking and gossiping and blogging. No offense blog world! I do love blogging.

I'm always going to be easily bored and I'm always going to change my mind and wishes. I should just let myself, because it's who I am. When I fight that urge to move and do something different, I'm just repressing who I am. I won't grow out of it. I listen to music to match my moods. I have a new life plan every day. I love things with passion and I hate things with intensity. I wish my body could stay 23 forever, but I hope my soul ages for the rest of time so I never stay in one state because that would be awful.


In memory of being 23, here's a playlist summarizing the past year give or take a few songs:

Rodeo Clowns: Jack Johnson
What's My Age Again? Blink 182
Konstantine: Something Corporate
My Sundown: Jimmy Eat World
Landed: Ben Folds
Pretty Eyes: Jason Reeves
Motorcycle Drive By: Third Eye Blind
How My Heart Behaves: Feist
Take A Bow: Rihanna
Rockin' in the Free World: Neil Young
Hot Child in the City: Nick Gilder
Our Song: Taylor Swift
Sexy Can I: Ray J
Chicken Fried: Zac Brown Band
Heavy Metal Drummer: Wilco
Africa: Toto
Speakerphone: Kylie Minogue
23: Jimmy Eat World
I won't always love what I'll never have. I won't always live in my regret.
Stop This Train: John Mayer
So scared of getting older; I'm only good at being young; So I play the numbers game; To find a way to say that life has just begun; Don't stop this train; Don't for a minute change the place you're in

Mission: Cake, Central Park, 24

Friday I went to a super secret undercover sample sale with J9 as her +1. We planned to meet on the subway, because there's something spy, action hero movie and exciting about that feat. I was going to get on the first car at 28th and Park and then at the next stop, stick my head out the door. The timing had to be perfect, so no one was waiting around awkwardly on the platform with the rats. So we were thinking we should probably wear cloaks and carry mysterious briefcases and wear sunglasses. "If I wave once.... jump on. If I fist pump... run to the other end of the train and jump on the last car. If I thumbs up... go back to the office. If I thumbs down, I'm being held hostage."

Of course, I was late and she was already at Grand Central, so I stood around in my sunglasses for awhile and then I had to call her (very discreet) and we met in the giant green room with the clocks and I couldn't stop laughing to save my life for some reason. We would be terrible spies. Here we are being ridiculous:










Friday night, Susan, Sarah and Nicole came for my birthday. We got Grimaldi's pizza. It's the best ever, but they said 15 minutes, and it was more like an hour and 15 minutes. Nicole called twice. We were nice about it, but we were starving and then we felt awful when the delivery guy turned out to be way past retirement age. I still feel bad. He probably got fired after 60 years of working there, because we were hungry. Sad face. I bet he was THE Mr. Grimaldi! We then watched Wedding Crashers and some Fashion Week coverage on the local channel. Grammy sent a cake (the most delicious cake in the entire world, hands down. Pink icing and rainbow sprinkles, especially for me!!!!) Instead of singing, they brought it into the living room, still wrapped and put it on the coffee table. Then we each had a piece and used "funtensils." Now, that's style.









Saturday we went to the Central Park zoo. It was smelly, but mildly entertaining. The penguins were cute and the sleepy polar bear was cuddly in an enormous flesh eating carnivore sort of way. I was fascinated by the bats/mice/alligator tank. They were bats on crack. It was pretty cool. I did not enjoy the safari room. Birds flying around as they please with no glass between us? Not cool at all. From there we walked around the park and took pictures.









Then we went to the West side and enjoyed little cupcakes at Buttercup Bake Shop. When Sarah was born, I really wanted to name her Buttercup. I was so disappointed when they made me name my doll that instead. That would've been a great name for a real baby. We kind of nicknamed her that, so I thought it would be cute to take her to the Buttercup Bake Shop . Peanut Butter and jelly cupcake? Delicious. And I'm not really a dessert person. I prefer salt, but between Grammy's cake and the PBJ cupycake, it was a good weekend for sweets. Then we saw He's Just Not That Into You. ("That was stupid.") I was surprised that it was really nothing like the book at all and had a girl ending. As in, it basically nixed the entire premise of the book and gave most of the characters a happy ending. "You're the rule, not the exception" is the book, but the movie was, "But you're my exception." Vom. I did laugh a few times though. We had dinner at Chat N' Chew, and then came back to the Jerz and watched Vanity Fair and Knocked Up.

It was nice not being hungover at all this weekend. This week will be busy though. Concerts Monday and Wednesday, along with turning 24 (ugh) and taking a mid-week day off because I feel like it. Two weeks until Portland and Vegas. Can't wait.

Yer Mom

me: yeah i would like to retire in carmel CA

mom: I think we can do that If we all pool together. shall we? actually let's do it sooner than later

me: haha well I need to retire then. let's just visit and see what there is to do for jobs!

its very artsy

you dont like WA?

mom: I love it for now but one must keep dreaming I get bored easy-wonder where you get that from?

Well, there's no question about it. She is my mother. I wonder if boredom and discontent is genetic or learned? Thoughts? I just found it funny, because she sounds exactly like me. Or I guess I sound exactly like her.... it's also funny that we were g-chatting.

The X, Y Effect

After waking from my tortured sleep, I went to work and read this article from Ad Age: Dismissed, Denigrated and Demonized: 'The Decline of Men.'

What's interesting about this perspective is that it focuses on male sexism. The article is an interview with the author of a book about the subject. He suggests that the male species is gradually fading (uh, terrifying!) because testosterone levels are lower than they were when I was born and genes in the Y chromosome are dropping. I don't really understand how that's possible, but I'm gonna go with it for the sake of the sexism idea. So besides all that biology mambo jumbo, the nuclear family is a thing of 1950s Indiana, more guys are being raised by single mothers, and therefore they wind up being losers, slackers and delinquents. Jeez, are single mothers sucking that much?

"One thing we know is that men do not feel the media is speaking to them. Men all across the country have told me that they are tired of seeing guys in advertising portrayed as preening metrosexuals, cavemen or clueless slackers -- sometimes all at the same time!" Hi, I understand this book and article is focusing on men, but think about how women are portrayed in the media. Even though women in America are getting closer and closer to equality with men, they're still portrayed in the media as either dominated or dominatrixes:








This is a Diesel Ad

Women's power is equated with the attention they get from men. We're no longer homemakers, we're sex objects. And I could argue that men are too. The Axe Effect anyone? Just go to that site for 10 seconds, and there are at least 15 sexual references, portraying men and women as sex objects and nothing else. Ready, Aim, Release? Umm that's what she said?







Today I went to Sephora at lunch. I swear that way over 75% of the items in that mega-cosmetic store have sexual names. Not even alluding to sex, like obvious sex. I bought blush. The color is (I shit you not) "Quickie." If you go to Sephora.com, and (humor me) type in "sexy," 149 beauty products will populate your page. It's all about the afterglow, the vixen, the sex pot. There is a line of makeup for NARS called "Orgasm." Seriously? Because I'm pretty sure a lipgloss isn't that great. Urban Decay has named all of their eyeshadows after sexy things, such as ABC gum (so delicious?), Perversion, Sin, Sellout, Hotpants, Rush, and my favorite, Shattered (it really is my favorite). Hilarious, "Bitches Ain't Shit" just came on my iTunes randomly. How appropriate. I spend approximately hundreds of $ a year at Sephora. Either I have a makeup fetish or sex sells. Except I've been going there for 5 years, and I just noticed the sex today. Subliminal messages? I don't think I wear makeup to get boys, I think of it as art. But I could be full of crap too. Who knows. I'm not going to stop buying it because a bored marketing person can use a Thesaurus. Then again, if the false eyelash fits.....







I work in media, so I'm going to semi-stand up for it. The people and clients behind ads are fairly normal people. We don't live in a vacuum. We're affected by the media and stereotypes just like everyone else. Depending on the product, we might zone in and try to target a select few or we might need to target the masses. Stereptypes work because they're recognizable. I'm not saying I support The Axe Effect, but anyone reading this knows what Axe is, right? So I guess the marketers did their job, right? It's a little edgy, but they're still in business because people are buying it and talking about it. The problem isn't that their ads are clearly using sex and making women and men sex objects. The problem is that we identify with the ads.

Back to the article, women are outnumbering men in college and women in their 20's are making more than men in their 20's in the 10 largest cities in America. I cannot confirm since I make less than a garbage man, but that's what they say. Men are traditionally conditioned to be greedy, selfish and aggressive, but because it's so competitive, some of them have given up. They aren't only competing against other men now. This explains the 26 year old guys we date that act like they're 15. Since the old male archetype of provider, hero, Ken doll doesn't really hold up today, and there isn't really a replacement model, it's understandable that younger guys would retreat into staying immature. If they're polite, they're "too nice." If they're bold, they're arrogant. If they seem too good to be true, they have pregnant girlfriends. What are we supposed to do?!

My parents got divorced when I was 7, and I lived with my mom most of the time. I watched too many Disney movies, but I was jaded fairly early on. Yet, somehow I have this crazy idea in my head that the guy needs to initiate the date. He should pay until he wins me over and only then is it okay to split the bill. He should open doors, help me with my coat, make more than me, and he should probably like sports and know something about cars. Yes, I seriously said "make more than me." My ex bf once told me that he wanted to be a stay at home dad. It was almost a deal breaker. I would like to be successful and make money. I would also prefer not to have a nanny for my newborn. It doesn't make sense that this idea would bother me. The thought of literally supporting a man makes me squeamish and it's illogical. I also don't want to be supported so maybe it's only fair to feel like that. I'll always have my own bank account. My generation is all about equality, so wouldn't I identify more with my peers? Why do I give up on a guy because he doesn't call often enough? Do I want a stalker? Not to mention the fact that once I win the game, I get bored. It's awful. Am I a maneater? Am I high maintenance? I think my generation is pretty confused about gender roles and dating. "He's Just Not That Into You" made a few million last week. Funny, because I'm not convinced that's the answer. It could be more like "He's Just Not That Into Trying" or "She's Just Not That Into Putting Up With Your Immature LazyAss." Meanwhile, I'll let you know if I ever find anyone that can put up with my contradicting views. Maybe we're Generation Enigma!

Neurotically yours,

1x5 Prods to the Brain

1. Sometimes random things like movies or songs can trigger repressed memories. I have quite a lot of them I think. It's like a lost cavern in my mind and it's freaking me out. I need to write it out. Not blog, but actually write.

2. If they could, my family would arrange my marriage. Arranged rhymes with deranged, just like Cupid rhymes with stupid. They think I need a guy with a "good Christian upbringing," who came from a normal childhood with a typical family life, since mine wasn't normal. I'll be taken aback if I can even manage a relationship for longer than four months at all. Maybe an arranged marriage wouldn't be so bad, but I would never give them that satisfaction. I'll be fine, I'm sure of it.

3. I went to an NYU info session today, only to realize that I have absolutely no idea what I am doing with my life. I don't have goals or dreams really anymore and I sure as hell don't feel like taking Statistics and Analytics II. That sounds like slow roasted Tuesday night torture. What am I going to be when I grow up again? First it was a movie director, then a writer, then I was going to dig for Egyptian artifacts. I was going to be a doctor or a lawyer or a Governor and then I was going to be a painter or a decorator or an editor and a news anchor. I was going to start my own business and travel the world, and is it settling if I just stay where it's convenient?

4. I miss home, but even worse, I don't think I've been home since I was 6 years old. I specifically remember the day home ended. It was the earliest and most intense emotion I can remember. It also made me who I am, which is both good and bad like everything and everyone else.

5. This is entirely too deep and somber for a Thursday night at 11:42pm. I need to end this post before it's Friday the 13th..........

Here's a book I want to read: The Luck Factor

I'm pretty proud of my luck! 

Yikes!

Hi. Right now I'm a little.... sort of... going... OUT OF MY MIND!!!! I'm so restless. I couldn't even sleep last night, because I'm thinking ahead and I don't know what to do with my life! Why was I going to move again? Oh right, because I always said I would and because I was going to save money to go to grad school for writing to be a teacher. Why shouldn't I move? Because I know a lot of people here and I have a good job (today the office dog ate a whole bag of croissants) and it's close to "home." I really need to make a giant pros and cons list before April, which is when I need to re-sign or resign my lease. YIKES (stripes! fruit striped gum and bubblegum...)

In case any of my BF's are wondering why I email so much throughout the day and why I respond so fast, it's because I'm bored out of my mind, I can't focus at all, and my ADD has advanced to a scary degree by which I am a super person that works so fast to catch up in the brief snitches of time that I CAN actually focus that I'm afraid I'll be running on batteries soon. I somehow get work done, while emailing and planning and thinking and writing and researching obscure things on Google all. day. long. It's exhausting. And yet, I feel like I could run the length of Manhattan or kick in the walls or something! No, I am not on drugs.

Besides that, in the last couple of days I've been debating whether or not we should get my mom flowers for her birthday. She lives in Washington (the state, not the district) and I'm way too lazy to go to the post office, plus I don't know how to use the post office. I can't just click "Send?" But omfg, flowers are effing $80.00 with tax and shipping and snacks, slacks and knick knack shacks attached! Can't I just send one GD stinkin' flower? Here's what will happen in a nutshell. If they even find her house in the forest, she won't be home to accept the delivery so they will leave them on the porch and a grizzly bear or koala will eat them. If she is home and they find the house in the forest, then Diego the dumb but charming cat will chew on them and throw up all over the kitchen table. Then MB (her *shudder* husband, my *shudder* step-"father") will bring home an enormous exotic arrangement of flowers that will take up the whole damn dining room and blow our stupid flower out of the water. Best case scenario, we'll dish out 80 bucks and then they will die in 3 days. I don't think we should get the flowers.... 

Here's me with some dead flowers

Email from Small Sister: Where does Mom even live? I don't even know. 

Good Idea of the Day: Jellio

Stupid Idea of the Day: Smitten

Just a Little FYI... Blink is Back Apparently? And I'm Feeling 16 and Excited?

blink-182 Music Videos

No really, I'm so freaking excited, it's weird. They were my third love, after 1. Full House and 2. Bret "The Hitman" Hart from WWF.

Beautiful Oblivion... in Real Time

I never look at or recognize people in the morning. I'm not awake before coffee or before noon. I don't like AM and I don't enjoy chatting. One time Pat creepily followed me from the sidewalk, through the turnstile and all the way onto the train, where he hovered and loomed until I finally turned around with a fist and realized I knew him. Friday, this guy Dan aka McLovin that was one of my reps at Zenith stood directly across from me on the train from Hoboken to 9th Street (about 10-15 minutes) until I saw him laughing at me and realized I knew him. 

I had a meeting with Time Inc. on Friday and the rep looked like Dan Akroyd. Then I got back to my desk and the creative guys were actually talking about Dan Akroyd out of nowhere. They did not ever see the rep in the office. Odd. I actually hate that people try to sell me things all day long. It is annoying. Some helpful tips for salespeople. 1. If you bash your competition, I will buy your competition instead. 2. If you annoy me and write wordy emails every other day, I will not put you on the plan. 3. If I want something, I will come to you. 4. Don't EVER call me. I will never return your call. Learn to send me an email and you may or may not get a response in a timely manner. 5. Don't email me from CA and ask about the shitty NYC weather or I will cross you off the spreadsheet. In other news, I am making a real advertising plan for an entire year for a real national client with real money by myself basically. Who put me in charge? Scary thought.

Listen to Ari Hest and Eve 6 "Beautiful Oblivion."

I listened to that on repeat as I walked around at lunch. The tick tock of the clock is painful, all sane and logical. I want to tear it off the wall! Then a pigeon flew right at me. I feel like I'm a magnet for pigeons, in the same way that I am a magnet for guys that either lie or are apathetic. Hopefully like does not attract like in these instances. As I contemplated pigeons and dating, I realized that I'm pretty immature when it comes to relationships. I'm okay with it. I just hope it's a phase and that I'm growing or something. I really don't want to be like Carrie's editor on SATC, who is 55 and single and freaking out about running into the player she's dating on the wrong side of the city. "I have it all. On the East side. He has someone else on the West side. The park provides a buffer. I don't have time for a full-time man. I have a full-time job." Thanks, but no.

Next weekend, Lisa and Ash are coming for an anti-Valentine's/Birthday Extravaganza. We're going to see that puppet Broadway show.... what is it called? Oh. Avenue Q. They also want to go to the wax museum/tourist trap/freaky celebrity photo op place. 

me: I live here...so i can do anything anytime. ill do whatever you guys wanna do... within reason. no strip clubs, no harlem, no bronx zoo. that is just unreasonable haha

ash: prostitutes?

me: i will think about it

ash: cuz really, what is valentines day with out a good hooker?

LATER

ash: alright, i'll get the tickets then...what time do you want to go? cuz apparently we have time slots lol

me: to see wax??

ash: yes

me: uh afternoon? not like 6am to 8am. 

ash: oh i wanted to go at 8am.. before the wax wakes up

ash: OMG. the Jonas Brothers wax sculptures arrive on the 12th.. what great timing

me: HA HA P

ERFECTTTT!!!!!!! yAy LoVe tHeM

Friday night I went out in Hoboken with "The Wreckers." Here we are:

  

The four of us had sangria and chicken fingers at the best place ever. Then went out and E Diddy got kicked out of the nastiest bar in this town because... something about a European. Then we made mac and cheese... well attempted to make mac and cheese and fell asleep watching Superbad. Typical night. Last night we went to little James Dean's apartment to pregame before going to the city for Steph's birthday. We went from a fratastic double beer pong 30 man's men testosterone tournament to a 4 floor bar in the city that was literally 70% Asian. An interesting evening... drama, shots and diners ensued. This morning a giant vase shattered all over my room. There is blue glass in my bed. I need to call my mom and cry and tell her I don't know how to clean it up. 

Funny site of the day: fmylife

Silence in Manhattan, 3.5 Apples, and Craisins!

Funny things happen in this whimsical and whackadoodle little town called New York...

This morning I got up late, because frankly, I don't give a rat's ass about being a responsible adult (specifically the 23rd + 6th subway station rat who is so pretty and the color of buttercups and likes to dart past me every day on my way home from work with his dilapidated tail and bent whiskers. I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine). So I didn't actually leave my apartment until 9am, which is the time I should be settling into my cage. I don't think anyone at work actually cares if I'm late, but it makes me feel like a slacker or something. I walked fast, because it is 18 degrees here by the river, but of course I had to add money to my Metro card and of course the credit card machine didn't work. After shoving a $10 bill into it's mouth, I shoved my way onto the platform where there were.... hordes and herds of cranky people waiting. I think something was wrong with the trains. After 8:45, it's generally never crowded and I've never seen that many people waiting for a train except on New Year's Eve at 4AM. When a new train finally came, I spritely dashed in and grabbed a pole and hung on for dear life as an angry river of people crashed through. I tried to hold my ground by compulsively surfing my ipod and pretending not to notice anyone.  We took off. 

And then the train broke down. 

The lights went out and I turned off my ipod to await the announcement that the train was hijacked and we would all die in the Hudson River bedrock. I probably had this thought because I had a dream that I got robbed at gunpoint on the top of a German Alp last night. Instead of Mayday, I heard complete silence, which I haven't heard in years. It sort of tried to restart and then shut down again and then it sputtered alive and got me to 23rd. Joy. Today I tried to find humor in things by trying to be apathetic and it worked! For example, instead of being mad at Path, I made myself feel better by walking right through a movie set at Madison Square Park. I do this pretty often and I notice that the headset guys always stop other people but they never stop me. Maybe since I wear black, they think I'm an extra. I should be getting paid to walk through, looking typical. 

Then I had a meeting with the most stereotypical sales guy ever who reminded me of Peter Pettigrew from Harry Potter, the greasy little kiss ass rat character. I was so annoyed and I kept leaning away. I sat in the little conference room for an hour with this guy:

Then I went for a walk at lunch to call Mom and check on my cat and make sure she isn't still sleeping in the cupboard, and I walked an entire city block out of my way because there were pigeons all over the corner. I'd rather walk through a pack of rats than a flock of pigeons. Gross. But I did get the most delicious PBJ I ever had in my entire life made by a little Hispanic man. So nom. I also got a Naked Berry Blast drink which has 3.5 apples, 1/2 a banana, 4 strawberries, 4 raspberries, and 5 blackberries in it. WHOA. 3.5 apples?! I almost fell out of my spinny chair in the boardroom during a vague meeting.

I also got some trail mix for my desk, and this medley had Craisins AND raisins in it. I tried a raisin, because I thought maybe my taste buds had changed. But NO. They still taste like nursing homes. On the other hand, I love Craisins and I eat an inordinate amount of them. Having Craisins and raisins in one container is like blowing regular and edible bubbles and then eating them to see which is which. An odd simile, but Alison and I used to do that back in the 7th grade. It was a fun game. And yes, they do make edible bubbles.

In other news, I like Avril Lavigne? and I am happy that tomorrow is Friday! If I see one more Valentine's Day commercial I'm going to punch myself in the face. I just skipped Pilates to write this and continue watching "Friends" and I already feel extreme guilt and regret, but oh hey, it's already 9:34 and Pilates is over. Lobsters are awesome and I'm going to Vegas and Portland in a month! Now I'm going to bed to read Julie & Julia. Also this is a funny blog: 2birds1blog

All the best.

Like a Radio...

Today I like the smell of smoking outside, looking at snow, my apartment, Gmail, imeem.com, Jon & Kate Plus 8 especially Alexis (awww!!), and impractical life plans. 

I don't like Tuesday, the cube, spreadsheets, formulas, walking in snow, being cold, wearing coats, a schedule, commercials, or flatlining days

Playlist

The End: Jason Reeves

Motorcycle Drive By: Third Eye Blind

Where's the Soul, I want to know. New York City's evil, the surface is everything

Wedding Day: Rosie Thomas

#9 Dream: REM

Another Lennon cover

Song for the Road: David F0rd

I'll wear my cynicism like a tattoo

Old Man: Neil Young

Love lost, such a cost. Give me things that don't get lost

Let's Make This Moment a Crime: The Format

Meet Me in California: Plain White T's

Stars on the Water: George Strait

Someday We'll Know: Mandy Moore (bleh but it was in my head)

Two years later, you're still on my mind

I Go Back: Kenny Chesney

A Little Past Little Rock: Lee Ann Womack

Medicine Man Soundtrack 

Susan brought this up this week and it was overplayed in my childhood on long car trips down the coast, but now it's actually relaxing rather than torturous

I'm Still Here: Pearl Jam (not to be confused with "I'm Still Alive." This is spoken and so relatable)