I've been listening to Erykah Badu's live album incessively, it's definitely not a bad thing, but I like to keep all my music in a constant cycle. A circle of life if you will, but the kind in which Mufasa doesn't die and I don't cry over Jonathan Taylor Thomas pleading for James Earl Jones to get up. It's just that that album is heaven. Pure, neo-soul heaven. She and D'Angelo have been oozing out of my car's speakers. *closes eyes* Oh D'Angelo. How fine you are.
Hm. I seem to be running out of time on this computer. Library. Yeah. This is the only thing that can make me shut up....a time limit. *shakes head at world*