There, it's out there now. They are playing him at the cafe I'm having my sanity check at. Takes me back to when I was a teenager and full of love for MB, maybe even wishing G would grow his hair that long. Perhaps listening to his music will stimulate my eggs to be more like my 16 year old eggs rather than the current, dodgy 37 year old eggs. Maybe I should come here every morning in the hopes that my ovaries will miraculously morph themselves into my teenage, assumingly fertile ones (when I was actually abstaining).
So besides the music, this cafe is my new fave spot cause the coffee is fantastic and the chocky in the croissant is liberal. And the owner has a cute little, mini little girl toddling around reminding me why I am doing this. Of course, she is someone else's problem when she cries or takes a shit in her nappy. So really, why am I doing this?!
Maybe Michael Bolton would know...
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