Kind of an I-don't-know Saturday. Nothing terribly bad. Nothing terribly good.When I'm like this, I'm always drawn to Tina Turner's song, Private Dancer.
Your moody mood music?
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Updates from Frederick Smith, former Detroiter living in Los Angeles, and author of Play It Forward (January 2015), Right Side of the Wrong Bed (December 2007), and Down For Whatever (July 2005). www.FrederickLSmith.com
Kind of an I-don't-know Saturday. Nothing terribly bad. Nothing terribly good.
This just in... A Different Light Bookstore in West Hollywood is closing. Story in Instinct Magazine. The staff and management there have always been good to me, and have always extended invitations for me to participate in store events, readings, etc...
So this isn't about New Orleans, Mardi Gras, or the last day of gluttony before Lent Season begins. The closest I got to acknowledging any remotely related was insisting the music we played in the office had to be New Orleans-related or festive. That made the day fun.
So for this to be a Saturday, it seemed as busy as a work day. Laundry, groceries, gym, cleaning house, write a quick blog, etc...
This afternoon I got the strongest craving for a chocolate mint cupcake. Weird, I know. Don't ask.
So I actually heard this yesterday... and thought you might like.
"If everybody wants you, why isn't anybody calling?" -- Gloria by Laura Branigan.
Very quickly. Cool site I found this week.