Last night, I was smiling so much. After the usual overdose of Dew, and indewsing insomnia, I foolishly tried to sleep earlyish. There was, I think this big party or some such thing at the home upstairs, I don’t know. They’re usually very quiet, except for the occasional muffled [1] invisible kids treating a bed as a trampoline noises. Anyway, this noise didn’t help, and I was back up at my computer.
Which turned out to be the best thing that’s happened to me in a while :). Anyway, amongst a lot of things, I began thinking about my music tastes. And this was one of the tangential thought flows that resulted.
Is it wrong that I have always had a bit of a soft spot for music from All Saints? Now I can’t even link to a site because they’re apparently so unimportant their official site’s dead.
Is it wrong that I especially like Black Coffee? Or that Pure Shores was the only reason I endured the pain that is [2] The Beach?
Is it wrong that their music could mostly be classified as dancey popish and yet I actively chose not to not listen to it?
Is it wrong that [3] she’s probably got a lot more to do with my opinions than I plan to admit?
No it totally isn’t? I didn’t think so too.
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