Frank

MEAT. The good thing about this inherited Pod is, it's not far from what I would have put in there myself. It's got Frank. What can I complain about?!~

This morning, I woke up and started playing Frank. That album I stole... That album with the cover that I keep reading over and over again. About The Man with The Voice.

And I remember The One who brought me back The Card of The Man with The Voice. Check posting 11 May 2005. This is the picture on The Card.

With moving offices, I don't even remember where this card is now. The card is blank and meant to be that way. With a quote on the back of the card, "The record shows I took the blows - and did it my way!"

Frank. This is Frank who makes me feel so young. Frank who makes me feel like spring has sprung. Frank.

I was listening to my Frank album in my room. I switched today. I decided I couldn't put up with more John. And so it was Frank keeping me company this morning. And the best thing was, I have this same Frank album on my inherited Pod. And I continued carrying my Frank feel-good onto a heavy traffic monorail and feeling a little sad at the fact that I don't have any, any, Alanis Morissette on this Pod. Everybody knows I sing to Alanis no matter where I am. Just like how I would be frowning when my angry song comes on.

I still can't decide if Alanis Morissette is good.. or bad for me.




But glad that I have the best of both extremes, which provides the best of both feelings. With everything.. it's so Horatio-like. I cannot decide if I love him or hate him more. But whatever it is, Frank and Alanis, is it.