HFCS: effika’s blog

I don’t usually use titles on my posts, I don’t like them. But I’ve had this song stuck in my head all day.

Let me explain.

I usually only keep a couple cd’s in my car at one time, and on the way to the dentist got bored with what was in my car. (Dentist stuff: now all the molars on the bottom have a filling of some sort! Boo for poor dental hygiene when I was in elementary school.) So I turned on the radio. There are 2 good stations around here that don’t play top 40 stuff. Both of them had commercials on, so I took a chance with the two Clear Chanel stations we get. These two stations used to play quite different stuff, station A playing mostly top 40 and station B playing mostly alternative with top 40 mixed in. Now they have nearly the same playlist. The other day I heard them play the same song within a few seconds of each other.

Onto this morning… I heard said song, a guy singning about his “magic stick” and then later a woman singing about her “magic clit” and apparently the two with their magical sex organs enjoy each other. This is one of the worst songs I’ve ever heard. But it’s stuck in my mind! I’ve tried listening to everything I’ve got here (90+ cd’s and a few gigs of MP3’s) and I still suffer from hearing about a “magic stick”… Oh, the agony!

In other news, Ryan’s gone insane again (depressed mostly). Like he was when I first met him. It’s interesting. The relationship ends and I begin to feel better, but he feels worse. He always did tell me he needed someone to take care of him. I left a message for Tim (Ryan’s former best friend) on ICQ today, telling him that Ryan could really use somebody to talk to besides me.

I’ve gotten in the habbit of drinking tea in the late evening. Non-caffienated, flavored tea. Usually Bigelow’s Orange Spice or Celestial Seasoning’s Cherryberry (I think? It’s cherry-flavored). It’s very relaxing to have a cup and unwind, perhaps while playing the Lionheart demo.