I don't want to love this, but I'm done fighting with myself so I'm finally admitting I have amorous feelings toward it--despite that whole "super chocha" line. (I'm cringing yet wondering, how does one know if one's is super? Who is the arbiter of super-ness? heightfiveseven@gmail; somebody please explain).
Special non-shouts to DJ Infamous for taking the easy way out, production-wise, but my ears don't care.
Caramel complected/body like heaven (ummm no). Your favorite nerdy bikini-clad sarcasm peddler.
Tomboyish tendencies in a girly package.
Music nerd making my way in the world. The more emotion I put into it/the harder I rock.
I bow at the altar of Phil Spector, Rick Rubin, and Large Pro.
I find that I can amuse myself to no end. I got front & back, and side to side. I am a real person and NOT viral marketing for Stones Throw. I also have a government job so please don't tell too many people I'm in my bathing suit on the Internet.
Nothin else to tell, really.
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