You technically can call me Nancy but I’d prefer CC.
Honestly, you can call me whatever you want just don’t call me late to dinner, bitches.
It’s still me, CC.
If you’ve forgotten who I am (which I doubt) there’s a bio page or something around here.
Figure it out. (Obviously, I’m not the pleasant one.)
Been awhile, ey? Missed us, didn’t ya?
One day I was just minding my own business, billing urology claims to Medicare when all of a sudden, the purple haze parted, and there was Ri dangling the keys to the Music Mama’s kingdom, right in front of my face!
Prancing around all “Come play with us, CC…no limits or restrictions….no censors or deadlines, just for the love of music, come with us.”
Just like that, fucking BAM, resurrection.
No restrictions, guidelines, rules or any other that other stuff that I am simply non-compliant with.
This could get interesting……the possibilities of my randomness are tremendous.
Like for example, this post…..totally pointless.
But who fucking cares because it’s allowed.
For today’s random non-sense post, I give you……“Now playing in CC’s SUV”
No, the first track is not “Move BITCH, Get out the way” by the lovely Ludacris; although it should be because honestly, I was a terror in a civic….sometimes I forget I’m not in a civic and take a corner a little too sharp and EVERYTHING in the SUV goes flying around and I question my purchase of said SUV. (Not my driving, my purchase.)
What’s currently playing in the SUV is one of my newest favorites.
I am totally addicted to this album and I HIGHLY recommend you give it a listen.
There are some pretty catchy lil tunes on this bitch.
I give you my current lyrical addiction, Father John Misty.
He looks like a homeless hippie which I love (and also rock the shit out of)
His voice is fucking mesmerizing and lyrics are hypnotic.
This album, by far one of my top picks in recent purchases.
“Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings” was the first “hit” to start this addiction.
I couldn’t get enough of his voice so I had to download the album.
I listened to it repeatedly for weeks.
“I’m writing a Novel” is one catchy motherfucking tune. I don’t even really know what it’s about, a novel I assume, but I can never not tap my foot to the beat. And it kinda makes me want to run. I’m too lazy to actually run but if the Spirit ever moves me towards a treadmill, I guess I’ll blast this bitch and run like the wind.
And then there’s this beauty….my fav…..”You can call me Nancy”