Heh, my blog title sounds like the title of a 40s-era trash novel, doesn't it?
I've been listening to Betcha Bottom Dollar for a little while now, and I've yet to be tired of it. I admit it was a little strange on first listen to hear swing versions of "Panic," "Wuthering Heights," "Heart of Glass," and "I Will Survive," but they've grown on me. I heard these girls sing acapella on WTMD last week, and they were really good. Fun stuff.
I came across this article about Netflix in today's Washington Post, and it's further proof of why I don't mind being single because it means I can watch my Netflix DVDs whenever I bloody well feel like it without offending anyone, and I would never consider mixing my queue list with anyone else's. Some things simply need to remain independent.
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