todayntamale

I'm taking my 10-speed to 11! I am waiting on that new Band of Horses cd like a heroine addict waits for his dealer, panicked and beside himself. I mean the good Afghan stuff. It's bad guys. Don't misunderstand me, it's been albums worth of fun and good times, I am like a glam girl eating it up, at times in secret binge frenzies cuz it's so good. But it's lookin like a limb torn off for me these days. These days I don't even speak English, just regurgitated B.O.H's lyrics, like the gospel it is memorized and spread. The lyrics have deepened, conquered and won friendships by the bakers dozens, and bailed me out, during those times my teeth sweat in social situations. The B.O.H experience is like that of quadriplegics before Benny Hinn on a sunday mornin, slain and feelin the ghost shivers! We pray for another record soon as it will expand my 3 albums + worth of lexical items. Not to further over communicate my addiction and fondness of their craft but, my point is-I got it bad. Lucky ones are we all till it is over.