Talking about blogging, while not quite like dancing about architecture, quite thoroughly kills the urge to blog. Regardless, here I am, because I can't get the notion of a theme song out of my head. Don't you think being jennifer garrett needs a theme song? Something that, every time you hear it, you think of me and you're a little bit annoyed. Because that's the true bjg experience: Auditory pain and irritation. And you may be asking yourself, "Why the fuck is she babbling about this now?" And there's really no good answer to that, people. Except this morning I heard a song that reminded me of one of my friends. And, if I had to assign everyone in my life one song and one song only (kinda like marrying a vegetable but different), this guy would be stuck with this song for the rest of his life. And that got me thinking as to what other songs encapsulate how I think of the people in my life. My mom is, clearly and without hesitation, Babs' version of "Watch Closely Now." I can just see her dancing to it in my head, always. (Though I contemplated "Runaround Sue" just to torture her.) My dad is a Chicago song, but I don't know which one yet. My little sister is "Down With the Sickness" because there is nothing funnier than her making the weird dolphin noise that starts off the song.
I think everyone should be assigned a song. And, if it takes me the rest of my life, everyone is getting a song. But the real question is: What's my song?
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