Hiatus-ing, briefly

Dear FRANDZ,

It has been quite some time since I last posted. I will admit to feeling a wee bit badly for leaving you all hanging in the lurch, wondering where in the world Lethal had wandered off to … Well, life is looking up: I’m turning myself in. I didn’t wander off so much as get busier and busier at work. Things are looking pretty cRaYZee for the next couple of weeks, so my musings will most likely be sporadic at best. Here is a throwback to keep you going for at least a couple of days. Who doesn’t love Passion Pit?

Xoxo Lethal

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On a scale of one to ten, I give you WILD

There was a time not long ago when Wild Ones, the epic Flo-Rida/Sia collaboration, was played daily, loudly, and on repeat by yours truly. A trifecta of ahmazing. Then I got swept up in the boy band craze, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing at all … But now I’m back to loving wild ones, whether we’re talking wild in a truly rowdy sense or wild in the sense of I am absolutely WILD for your voice, Cal Shapiro. Smooth like butta, you keep doing your thing.

Xoxo Lethal

No English

Such was the theme of my past week. While I can now look back and chuckle to myself at the difficulty I faced in trying to check into my hotel room or, you know, not getting that hotel room for another five hours, by which time the clock had still barely struck 10:30am, I was always straight chilling when it came to understanding absolutely nada of the following two songs.

Portuguese Gibberish? Maybe. Pure magic? Absolutely.

Xoxo Lethal