Xanax Babe?

Let’s talk about music. If the kind of music you listen to defines your personality, then I suppose I’m all over the place (shocker, I know). I listen to all kinds of music, and depending on the mood I’m in at the time, there are some songs that appeal to me more than others.

Yesterday it was Ganga Babe by Michael Franti. Love this song. When this is my song of the day, I imagine myself being a ganja babe. If I’m imagining this, I’m probably ready to find a very high cliff. Seriously, being able to feel okay being barefoot, in a tank top, shorts, relaxed, with no cares in the world, is amazingly appealing. I’m not sure I’d ever be able to achieve that type of comfort unless I was completely drugged, and even then I’d have to remain drugged to be okay with being a ganja babe, since it’s illegal and all. Plus, if my belly started vibrating like a bomb in harmony, that would not be a good thing. Hell, my belly does that just thinking about eating dairy. Sexy, I know.

Think about it,¬†“Ganja babe, my sweet ganja babe,” makes you appear rebellious and progressive. Now lets try this with a legal drug… “Xanax babe, the midlife crisis babe?” No? Ha! That equates to a woman in the midst of a midlife crisis, she cannot deal with. Isn’t that what you were thinking?

Which would you choose?

Ganja Babe Song

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40 something woman in the midst of a midlife crisis, living daily life with a smile on my face, love in my heart, and completely dripping sarcasm like melting cheese from a cheese-burger.

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