TMI

04 Apr 2003 By

Listening to Norah Jones the other night totally made me want to have sex, though not necessarily with her. Maybe it wasn’t all Norah Jones. I mean, Norah Jones only works in a third person view, romantic comedy sort of way. Like how D’Angelo works in a black folks’ movie kind of way. How come nobody wants some of my (half-)brown sugar? Me and these dreamin’ eyes of mine. Shit. Damn. Motherfucker. Maybe if I left the house more. But I digress. Maybe Norah is just the last straw after the current secret mini-crush fixation, tales of watergirl‘s Lenten sacrifice, and the fact that it’s been *mumble*mumble* since…. Christ. (That’s not “since Christ” as in “I gave myself to Jesus and now he never calls.” That’s “since…. Christ” as in “since…. expletive-like phrase without using expletive.”)

  • http://swerlspice.blogspot.com Em

    Yes, Norah Jones is very mood-inducing. As is D’Angelo. But different kinds of moods that eventually lead to the same thing, ifyouknowwhati’msayin.

  • http://thewatergirl.blogspot.com the watergirl

    i like sting for this sort of mood. i know, i’m probably weird. but turn on “fields of gold”, and i’m SO THERE.

    oh dear god, i’m NEVER going to make it another two weeks …

  • http://www.swirlspice.com Erica

    Sheee-it. You came this far. Oops, bad choice of words.

  • http://thewatergirl.blogspot.com the watergirl

    oh, man! torture!

    no, i’ll make the last two weeks. but mr. hand and me are going to have a blissful reunion, i’ll tell you that goddamn much.

    and yes, i am the queen of too much information. that’s why my friends call them “watergirl comments”. sort of like having your thong stick precariously out of your pants is called “pulling a watergirl”. oy.

  • http://thewatergirl.blogspot.com the watergirl

    i may have inadvertantly cheated last night.