I was listening to Whiskey from a Wire at work today (on headphones of course), and this song came on.
I was suddenly so utterly and completely distracted that I uploaded two copies of the document I was uploading – three times.
Three times, people.
The fact that the acrobatics described in this song assume a female partner didn’t even give me pause. In my happy either/or world, I could make most of that work with either partner, which I am bound to do because thinking about sex these days generally puts me in mind of… well. Anyway.
Damn, that’s a sexy song.
OK, maybe I’ve just been thinking too much about sex lately.
Or, more than usual.
I mean, it’s less than all the time.
Usually.
That is a sexy fucking song.
