Crossposted from MY LEFT WING
I'm in with the in crowd; I go where the in crowd goes I'm in with the in crowd -- and I know what the in crowd knows Anytime of the year, don't you hear? Dressing fine, making time We breeze up and down the street, We get respect from the people we meet They make way day or night...
I know, I've been out of the loop for so fucking long, this is probably OLD news to you all, but I just ran across it on YouTube...
... and the gob of self-pity I've been carrying around for what seems like weeks got yanked out of me like a cute, freshly washed little black puppy from a bin full of mud-soaked little grey ones...