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Life is rhythmic in nature, right? And, biologically, things that fall out of cadence create dissonance, ill health.
Music is a good tool to promote physical and mental harmony. What music you choose to harmonize yourself with is thus pretty defining. So what does it say about me that I have 23 & 3/4 hours of music on this computer and that ALL of it can be danced to? Even the <*blushes*> Eminem.
I have an hour and fifteen minutes of remixed cartoon theme songs. And I'm freakishly proud of that.
I'm starting to believe my roomies. There's something wrong with me, and I don't think it can BE medicated.
Maybe I should give in to the brashly cheerful grin I feel hiding behind my eyes, and let it out more. I can be careful, now. The threateningly exaggerated points of my teeth are still a bit scary, but I now have a cutely All-American face to make people think the feral grin is a lie, cute like a kitten trying to be fierce. Or so I hear. I can understand why Clint thinks it's cute, because really my sparring skillz have rusted with disuse and I can no longer kick anything like his ass. So I'll just have a "Hello, Breakfast!" expression and nothing to back it up. I've gotta fix that. I know better than to let survival skillz lapse. Hell. I laugh at people for dumb shit like this. Well, one more thing on the to-do list.
Music is a good tool to promote physical and mental harmony. What music you choose to harmonize yourself with is thus pretty defining. So what does it say about me that I have 23 & 3/4 hours of music on this computer and that ALL of it can be danced to? Even the <*blushes*> Eminem.
I have an hour and fifteen minutes of remixed cartoon theme songs. And I'm freakishly proud of that.
I'm starting to believe my roomies. There's something wrong with me, and I don't think it can BE medicated.
Maybe I should give in to the brashly cheerful grin I feel hiding behind my eyes, and let it out more. I can be careful, now. The threateningly exaggerated points of my teeth are still a bit scary, but I now have a cutely All-American face to make people think the feral grin is a lie, cute like a kitten trying to be fierce. Or so I hear. I can understand why Clint thinks it's cute, because really my sparring skillz have rusted with disuse and I can no longer kick anything like his ass. So I'll just have a "Hello, Breakfast!" expression and nothing to back it up. I've gotta fix that. I know better than to let survival skillz lapse. Hell. I laugh at people for dumb shit like this. Well, one more thing on the to-do list.