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| Duuuuude. Someone somewhere has cast a Shakespearean style plague upon my house. I am finally better but it only serves to highlight my terrible, terrible bedside manner. But I live in one of those many houses where only husbands and kids are allowed to be sick. I wrote this Soundtrackers entry yesterday and then literally fell asleep on the couch with my fingers on the keyboard. However, the Soundtracker challenges are usually my very favorites so I am gonna post this shit anyway. "The Soundtrack of Your Life"  I started thinking yesterday about what actually makes up the soundtrack of my life, with a theme of what I have been listening to over the past year, and in a haze of fever dreams and the ebbs and flows of that especially surreal semi-sleep, the answer was revealed to me. As I lay there and Husband A watched television rather than...oh, I dunno...parent or take care of their sick mother...what he was watching would permeate my sickness like a thick heavy fog. It would soak in after a few seconds of delay and cover my thoughts. For ....ever...Husband A and I have watched and rewatched and rewatched and rewatched Top Gear. And I mean ....it can play for 48 hours straight at this house before a couple of hours break for something dumb like an Ohio State game. (Husband A would hate it if I didn’t go….O-H…..) We can quote it, we can laugh at the same ass shit as last time, and we can even see tiny shit we haven't seen in the previous thousand viewings. Am I a car girl? HAHAHA. Not even remotely. I don't give a single fuck about cars. Just don't care. Have I learned many many things from Top Gear? Without question. Do they make me care about cars? Nope. But is there something about it as a whole, including the car parts? Fuck yes there is. WAIT! If anyone is reading this and thinking I mean that shoddy wannabe American version then shame on you. A plague upon your house this time. If there is no Jeremy, James, and Richard...that shit isn't fucking Top Gear. So, a clear entry on the soundtrack to my life is the opening music to Top Gear. I couldn't even fathom a guess how many times I have heard it in the last year. Whatever outrageous number I guessed would be found lacking. I am gonna link to the coolest version first. I heard the nasty shit on the radio once and realized it was a real song. I didn't even know it had words and went on past the 17 seconds or whatever. But here is that too. |
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