Whenever I go for a long drive by myself I start making up little gibberish songs or reading billboards in dumb voices, just inane stuff to pass the time. Most of the time I don't even realize I'm doing it. I got extra bored today, so I turned on my playlist as I drove through the countryside. Eventually, Annie Lennox's Walking on Broken Glass started playing, and I found myself singing along, half correctly, and half in gibberish, weaving in and out at random. Near the end I transitioned entirely from gibberish to English, but instead of the correct lyrics I started singing "I'll keep on eating your big fat ass, eating your, eating your big fat ass."
The very next song on shuffle, I shit you not, was Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen. I felt like the planets alligned in that one perfect moment and providence shined down to reward my artistic genius in the most satisfying and meaningless way possible. That will never happen again. I'm over the hump.
