When I'm home alone, I'm free to listen to every shitty 80s to early 90s song imaginable. It feels so good. There's no one here to explain it to. But if they are in the next room it just doesn't work the same. My dance routine just won't be as ..appreciated.
Pandora's Hall and Oates channel is guilty pleasure central. Listen and stay awhile.
I don't care if he's home(I do, he has a sweet face) but sorry. I wanna play Journey while I clean the room.
oh, steve perry.