I Confess
No, I didn't ruin three lives (or if I did, I don't know about it yet...)
I confess that I love Jewel's song "You Were Meant for Me" and I sing it at the top of my lungs every single time I hear it on the radio, especially if I'm in the car, which is really the only place where the radio is ever on anymore.
Mostly her stuff is too smarmy for me, but I love this one with all its smarmy greatness, and I imagine it that I sing it as heart-felt and strongly as she does. Deep down inside I know that's not true but I just can't help myself.
There. I feel a lot better now.
I confess that I love Jewel's song "You Were Meant for Me" and I sing it at the top of my lungs every single time I hear it on the radio, especially if I'm in the car, which is really the only place where the radio is ever on anymore.
Mostly her stuff is too smarmy for me, but I love this one with all its smarmy greatness, and I imagine it that I sing it as heart-felt and strongly as she does. Deep down inside I know that's not true but I just can't help myself.
There. I feel a lot better now.
Labels: Music
posted by Kay at
5:24 AM
3 Comments:
It's like I don't even know you.
Oh. Oh. You're the one who went to see Styx or whoever that was and you said you LIKED it. I've felt like we're strangers for *weeks* now.
I have been remiss in reading Gobstruck and feel guilty about it so i will now confess...
I admit to singing Weekend in New England by Barry Manilow at the top of my lungs everytime I hear it.
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