If you read the Hunger Games Trilogy (and you’re me)

You will have nightmares. Horrible, horrible nightmares. And you’ll wake up so stiff and sore that you’ll need a massage more than Lil Kim needs a plastic surgery intervention.

Also, when you wake up, Teena Marie will still be dead; so it wasn’t just a rumor. 😦
There wasn’t a lot of music in my mother’s house growing up but I have fond memories of playing It Must Be Magic and dancing around the living room, eating candy. I remember the physicality of playing records. I listened to Square Biz so much I thought that I would meet Lady T and that she would recognize me. Kids are weird that way.


About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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