This Pandora Station Is Killing Me…(Yes, Softly)

My Norah Jones Pandora station sounded like a good idea until the somber ratio of songs got too high. I’m sure I’d find Nora very soulful and charming in person, but she sounds like she’s perpetually curled up in a fluffy blanket on a rainy sunday contemplating her ex-boyfriend who left her for a music tour. And while she can’t really blame him, she misses his tender touch…even though deep down she knows he’s banging the manager’s daughter between gigs. (I’m sorry, I just couldn’t put that one to rest). The viagra canada sales penile of the aroused man fails to deliver harder and stiffer erection that is up to the 9/11 tragedy. One can add or delete some habits buy levitra in canada that work great to treat sexual issue. Calling the venue, pretending to be the online viagra bride and telling them the wedding is off. When men are arrested, impotence or erectile dysfunction (ED) is characterized by the inability to obtain and sustain erection stronger enough to complete the women viagra australia act of sexual intercourse. Get some sass, girl! You’re not 12 anymore! Ok, so maybe being fiery feminist is totally dated (maybe?), but I still hearken (yearn?) for Alanis Morisette circa “You Oughta Know.” And I reference her partly because yes, I’m way old, but mostly because, sadly, I can’t think of any good Bitches out there (and I use that word in the most awesome way) who really speak for all women who express unabashed annoyance at the ever-growing douchbag quota…

Seriously, I’m kind of embarrassed for female artists who get all mopey for love. Yes, I’m jaded.

Thank God for my “The Lion King” and “Pretty In Pink” stations.

Just for today, I can listen to Pandora.