This is the statement that is boldly proclaimed on the back of my lime green iPod. And I love it. Both the statement and the iPod. I know I have an unnatural love for this gadget. The first step is admitting it, right? It’s been a hard couple of weeks. Work is stressful. Remember that little thing I love so much called the Offshore Technology Conference? Well, it’s coming. Coming
It was shocking really…how quickly it took hold of my system. But after seeing his rockumentary a few weeks ago, I can say without a shadow of a doubt: Hello. My name is Lincee. And I have Bieber Fever. Is the fact that this 17-year-old kid’s life story is the third highest grossing documentary in America disturbing? Yes. Am I saddened that “Never Say Never” bested the late, great Michael
Hi. My name is Lincee and I’m a playlist-aholic. I have an unhealthy addiction to my iPod. I am always making mixed tapes (CDs) for friends, thinking of fun themes that will bring the recipient happiness and joy for years and years to come. My latest creation, “Channeling My Inner Black Woman” consisted of Ella, Etta, Aretha, Tina, Whitney, Otis, Ray Charles and James Brown. “Inner Black Woman…Or Man” just
This morning on my way in to work, I tuned in to Houston’s local Lite FM station. No judging. They have a pop trivia game every morning and I like to play along. As I waited patiently for the DJs, the morning drive song had me jamming in my car. It was “Dirty Diana” by Michael Jackson. As I was power belting the chorus it occurred to me that 8:05
There are moments in my life when something happens and I smile on the inside, knowing that it’s going to be great blogging material. There are other instances in which I feel so silly at what just unfolded and I am glad no one was there to witness what I just did. Since I’ve made this big announcement that I will be blogging EVERY SINGLE DAY IN NOVEMBER (what was
