I have been running through the rice fields lately to get to work (nice workout) and I JAM my earphones into my ear to make sure they don't slip out. I want to hear every last word of songs like "Dirty Diana" and "Beat it." Apparently in this process I have pissed off my right ear like nobody's bidness and am now on antibiotics. If this is the price I have to pay for Michael, then so be it.
Michael Jackson is THE MAN. May his music live on!
My lovely friend, Erika Nishizato, made an icon of my ear (she is a badass graphic designer). She sacrificed a rainy Sunday to come with me to the doctor's office in the Bunj. It was an experience....
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