Same. So same.

Chilling.

Abuelita with whole milk. Three cups of milk rather than four for extra chocolatey goodness.

Lauryn hit the road this year (still touring through the spring). I had the pleasure and joy of seeing her perform in Maine this July. She was resplendent. Rapping, singing (god, that woman can sing), joking, dancing in 8" heels. Having fun with her band, her singers, her audience. It was a sight to behold.

Those "wooos" hark back to MJ's yelp at the beginning of "Don't Stop Til You Get Enough." Those whoos are the catchiest thing ever.

"Mr. Brightside." How is this not on here? And eff those whiny Dashboard Confessional assholes, too.

Blouses.

Blouses.

Hibbing's problem, it would appear, is that is takes this misanthrope's misanthropy personally. It's the town's loss, really, when it could have been bank rolling its association with Dylan for decades now.

Hibbing's problem, it would appear, is that is takes this misanthrope's misanthropy personally. It's the town's loss, really, when it could have been bank rolling its association with Dylan for decades now.

Just being able to claim Prince as its native son makes me jealous of Minnesota.

Just being able to claim Prince as its native son makes me jealous of Minnesota.

Yeah, MJ wasn't a strong singer. Uh-huh.
Have you listened to his music? Like, actually had those sounds waves vibrate your ear drums? MJ was a magnificent singer.  For an 11 year old to slay on "Who's Lovin' You?"??? Impossibly brilliant. "I Just Can't Stop Loving You"??? "The Way You Make Me Feel"??? Seriously.