She was a good one.

Amy Winehouse makes me think of driving to the dining hall in the Aztec. Sigh.

Dear Prince.

I don't know how you do it, but you write the best love songs.

Why run away from rain when it's only water?

(That last line may or may not be the result of me doing about 20 minutes of research on the phrase "Purple Rain." I should probably be some sort of pop music academic...)

I'm back, hos.

This song goes out to Laura Hannemann. I'm definitely going to practice droppin it. Especially at work so that my boss can see what's going on in the security cameras. Kind of true story.