You surely wonder now: What the f*** have these two in common?!?
I like Kid Rock.
I love his music.
He is a great musician.
Despite the fact that he was married to two big breast.
Or...maybe because he was married to two big breasts?
No...he already was a great musician before being married to these two big...whatever...
When I was studying at the university I was listening to "Wasting Time".
Because the song-title is a perfect description of how being a student felt like sometimes...no, not sometimes...
I didn't drink too much, I didn't smoke but I needed his music and some crazy lyrics regularly to free my mind from a lot of intellectual waste and to find my way back to normal life.
But I still know every damn part of my brain.
And its function.
So, when for example someone is about to smash my head with a baseball bat I know exactly which bodily function would be out of order afterwards, depending on which area he hits.
If he for example hits me somewhere behind my ears I could have problems to recognize that my mother is my mother.
WHO KNEW ?????????!!!!!!!!!!
I need this knowledge:
But I still need Kid Rock's music.
His new album is great.
For "Wasting Time" klick HERE.
Headphones + LOUD!
I still know the lyrics by heart.
After my successfull university performance I covered that song even more successfully on stage.
I was dressed up like ... yeah ... I still have the sunnies, the hat, the tank top and the pants.
I wore the pants yesterday while writing that post.
The pants still fit my butt and the music still blows my mind.
I'm a lucky girl.
Living in the tree in front of the window where I'm drawing and working.
Meanwhile, I know her schedule exactly.
She's eating 18 nuts per day.
She's climbing up and down the tree 29 times per day.
She looses her nut two or three times per day while climbing.
She's friends with the wannabe model cat and watches her performance on the catwalk twice a week.
My city is a friendly city.
Live and let live.
I'd like to make a confession... I'm a crazy 24-addict.
I use to watch all 24 episodes of a season at a stretch.
In season 5 I tried to simulate being Jack Bauer.
I didn't kill or torture anyone.
But I didn't sleep and didn't eat.
And I did some hard workout.
20 pushups, 10 chins and 20 sit-ups per episode.
I only failed in episodes 21, 22 and 24. DAMN IT!
It was an experience I'll never forget.
I'm very buff now.
Watch out, men!
You need to be damn strong to cope with Joe!
Thank you, Jack.
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