The other evening the family and I were dining together on a Saturday night. Instead of painting the town red, we were painting the town blah with Chinese food. Over the muzac blow horn, a tune started to waft through my fuzzy head. I started to perk up, sit straight in my seat and sway to a delightful tune.
Okay, so "Cherry Pie," isn't the most delightful tune ever but the song got me to humming and reminiscing back to a time of yore. I'm sure you know all about my love of heavy metal back in the day but I'm not sure if you knew that outreaching limits I loved. Warrant was one of my outer limits of obsession. So much so, I dated a dude who I swore looked like the lead singer except my dude had brown hair, was shorter and well, he lived in Oklahoma. I'm sure his dick-like attitude matched Janie Lane's though. Pretty much a musician's demeanor, no?
I obsessed more and more that evening. I ended up listening to every Warrant song ever made. Took allergy medicine, watched more shitty videos with swinging hair and decided since I was high as a kite, I should tape myself discussing, well.... nothing.
Yes, you can call me "mush-mouth," thank you very much.
The next morning, this damn video was playing over and over and over again!
I think I'm over this obsession now.