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Whenever I wake up to my radio/alarm clock playing this song, I know quite positively that it is destiny, that I am about to have the most wonderful day. Most people’s response when I tell them this: “People still use radio/alarm clocks?” Yesssss. Apparently, this makes me old. Or better yet, “Why don’t you use an iPod alarm clock? Then you can wake [...] Internal monologue I had this morning after dreaming about being on the road, writing about a touring reggae band: OMG, why don’t I have dreads? That would be so much F-U-N. Oh yeah, because I got a freaking sweet mohawk instead. Dreaded mohawks? Does that work? I think I have to pee. Ew, dreads smell. Don’t be smelly Jaq. Dreaded mohawks? I’m pretty sure I could pull it off, but do I really want [...] |
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