Loves Whitney, Hates Cindy

I was just reading The Junior Varsity and came to grips with the kind of music I've been enjoying lately. It ain't pretty, but I'm loving it. Seriously, Whitney Houston may be a scary mean crackhead with doodie bubbles (Have you SEEN the show?) but the girl's got pipes! That note she hits at the end of "It's Not Right"? Will make you weep. ("You were making a fool of meeeeeeeeee-ohhhhhhhhhh!") Moving on. Tropical storm Bitch-Face stole my electricity and still has not given it back. And hurricane Total-dick-for-brains is just around the corner. I'm sure that in a couple of weeks I'll remember why I wanted to live down here. But for now I am bitter as all get out, pining for my earlier mistress of defeat -- the frigid winter chill of the upper midwest. At least she never spoiled the entire contents of my fridge AND took away cable on the same damn day.