Description: all of the above

Description: I'll be honest, I forgot what this mix was about. It was sitting in my mixes and it has a nice flow to it, or so I think, because I am a little drunk right now. Instead of a drunk phone call, think of this as a drunk mix. I am at that point where I can laugh one minute and then cry up a storm. I feel played, used, sucker punched and left for not dead, but unconscious. I am broke, skinny, and can't wait till I drink again. I know it sounds oh so wrong, but that's where I am right now, so please be kind and don't judge...until I sober up.

Description: That's the beauty of being a psychic.

I am looking forward to celebrating Halloween more than ever this year. I don't know what I'll go as but if I had planned ahead I would dress up like Gary Spivey. I am intrigued by psychics, mediums for some reason. Sometimes they freak me out, and other times they crack me up. This mix is for them. Some I heard of and others I just looked up. I am sure they are going to try to fry my brain or send their ghost friends after me now.

Description: I am a sinner.
I am not sure you can live your life without committing a sin.
And it's not like all sin is that bad.
Covet? Sloth?? Vanity?? Oh come on--you are only human. Humans do that kind of shit--so shake off the guilt.

I have made plans for myself.
I have secured condo and a job down below. I know a lot of my friends will be there.
I will be waiting with a clip board and pen ready to check your name off and welcome you.

Description: I don't do yoga, although I dream of twisting my body in cool positions and astounding all my friends at parties and ball games.
Then we would eat fondu, drink tom collins' and make prank phone calls. I am guessing the night would progress with someone skinny dipping in the pool and someone else freaking out because they were not prepared to see a "live pee-pee". Then someone would cry and complain that they showed up to the party to get laid and all they are going home with are fondu stains on their tropical inspired moo-moo dress. Everyone will pass out drunk on the carpeted kitchen floor. It will take months to clean out all the stains.
Years will pass and we will all laugh about that night and listen to this mix while playing mah-jong and wonder where all the time went.
Oh goodie.

Description: This is my West Side Story soundtrack.

Boy-Boy and Ginko. Their love was so good, so right , but also very very doomed.

Starring:

Tony---Boy-Boy
Maria--Ginko

The Jets--The Rock'n'Roll Soldiers
Gang Leader- Muncho
Sidekick--- Dippy
Other Gang Member-- Snark
Gang pet cat---Mr. Muffinpants

The Sharks--The Bastards
Gang Leader--Bert
Ginko's Brother- Acid-Wash
Ginko's Sister--Maple

Dance at the Jim owner--Jim
Officer Krupke---Officer Steamheat
Townspeople- Townspeople
Boy on Bike: Himself

**I spent an unnaturally long time on this mix. I mean LONG time. It was like I had no life or job or place to be. I didn't answer my phone, didn't pay my bills, never put the milk away. Now it's a carton of cheese. I think I need mental help or beer or some vitamins maybe. Hope you like my Wezt Zide Ztory.

Description: Another mix I had sitting around, added a few more tunes to make it somewhat complete. Don't remember what the original concept was, so I decided it would be a letter to myself last week.

Dear me,
Don't go ballistic on anyone. They are going to piss you off extremely on Friday morning by email. Remember, you just work with them, you don't live with them or have sex with them, nor do you share candies with them. Take it in and punch a pillow and don't buy cigarettes. I know you feel like it, but don't. Don't cry, you know how puffy your eyes get. Just continue with your day and enjoy some time outside. It's going to be a beautiful day, around 85 degrees. You will feel a lot better. Trust me. Oh and don't pick that zit on your chin, it's only going to get worse and scar. Talk to you (me) later. AND yes, you are crazy. xoxoxo B

This letter is to my future self next week.

Hi again,
Good thing you didn't go ballistic on those fuck-tards last week or you would be in jail for murder now. Can you imagine becoming someone's bitch right now? It's the last thing you need. LOL. I am glad you feel better because there is going to be a hell of a shit storm coming. I'll tell you about it next time.
xoxoxox B
ps- your skin looks good

This letter is to me present time:

Dear Me,
Quit slacking and get to work.
and you are crazy or something....
B

Description: You know lately I have been asking myself if I'll ever pass the test of time.
At the rate that I'm going, I don't know....I have picked up bad habits, so I hope they prolong my life.
Bad habits include:
-Crying at the bar with my friends when I have had too much to drink. Not sure what this is about. I think it's just my own made up drama and I need to get over it.
-Letting my face show how I truly feel when I am around people I don't like. My friend said that lately I have been an "asshole". WOW- wouldn't that make you cry?
-Burping out loud. Sorry, sometimes I forget where I am and yes, sometimes I fart. My concern for other people has totally gone out the window.
-I actually have started cursing at my cell phone before I answer it. So it goes something like this:
Phone: Ring ring ring
Me: Shut the fuck up bitch. Gosh I hate you. (pause,answer phone) Hello this is Bilgin.
-Not remembering peoples names or faces or even making an attempt to. You would think I would pay attention, especially since I have become overly sensitive on how people pronounce my name.
-Giving people directions. What the hell? When did I become so helpful?
-Making "sassy" comments. Makes me want to drink a key-lime rickie,chew bubblegum and wear my hair in a ponytail.
-Dreaming of doing karate chops on random people.
-Daydreaming. It's gotten so bad, that I daydream while people are talking to me.
-Dyslexic talk- The other day, I could not say "coin toss". I kept saying "toin coss."
-Getting bored easily and yawning out loud.---yeah other people's feelings, out the window.
I hope to acquire more so at this rate I should live till about 106.

Description: This mix has nothing to do with the Snoopy snow cone machine, but I do have one.
I had these songs in my "My Mixes", so I thought I would put it out there. Forgot my original intention with these songs. Then I realized, "what are my intentions?"
I don't have any. so there it be....

Description: It's true, I thought that if I was Donna Summer's daughter, I would have a better life. Somehow it made sense in my head. Even though my mother would threaten to put me up for adoption many times, she never did, making it impossible for Mme. Summers (my real mommy) to adopt me.
I pretty much grew up listening to "disco". There were a lot of tunes I could not fit on the list. I also had to use the radio edit time for most of the songs because we know that those disco tunes lasted a long,long time.
I grew up with Ziggy, Zoom and I preferred Electric Company (when Morgan Freeman was The Count) over Sesame Street.
My parents went to Friday & Saturday night disco parties while my sister and I stayed up late to watch scary films.
I remember when Burger King first opened it's doors and my first film I sneaked into was The In-Laws.
When Elvis and John Lennon died, there was a silent vigil that was hosted by the TV news.
One Thanksgiving we ate Chinese food and saw the film Reds. I fell asleep and woke up wanting to puke. I got food poisoning that night. I blamed it on the eggroll.
I loved frozen dinners, Tang, Snoopy and disco.
I got over the whole Donna Summer being my mom thing--so did my mother.

Description: My pillow broke up with me. I am devastated. We were so good together. I thought I could make it work. I made sure I always smelled nice, made sure I was clean, I even would even wear a hair net when need be. It wasn't enough. I know my pillow is bedding someone else's head.

Description: aka: So, you're saying we can't get do it because you're DEAD?!

I love the film The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. I don't know, it's one of those films that I can watch over and over again. I also like to watch Body Double, but that's another mix.
You have finally met the "perfect someone", but they just happen to be dead. Oh well...

Description: I have been playing a lot of my records and tapes lately. I remember how excited I got when I bought them and couldn't wait to play them. Well, now I get music every way I can. Download, borrow, buy, and maybe steal (but that's a matter of semantics). But gosh darn it, I hate reflective moments, I really do. Maybe we should hold hands and sing Kumbaya and eat sunflower seeds. What am I trying to say here? Get back to the point! All these songs are from so many different parts of my life..(oh-oh reflective) Oh fuck it...originally this was supposed to be my Drive mix, but I couldn't submit it in time. have a nice day.

Description: ok a little late, but had fun putting this together.

Description: I went on a search for Dippity-Do hair gel recently and it was no where to be found. I even asked for it and the girl behind the counter didn't know what I was talking about. After describing what it was, she recommended DEP gel. Now, it doesn't really matter why I was looking for hair gel, especially Dippity- do, but it really drove home how the term, "out of sight, out of mind" rings true. Same goes for music. Yes, there is a shit load of great music now, but there was great music back then, gosh it's really not that long ago. Well, now Dippity-do has new packaging and so do some of these bands, but Damn, weren't those good gel days. Now excuse me while I let my hair grow to my ankles and roam free with what's left of the buffalo.

Description: sometimes I don't fell like talking. I just want to hang with friends and just chill out, eat, drink, and laugh. Yeah, you can laugh without saying anything. ok sometimes you can't.

Description: These songs have touched me in many inappropriate ways. I am seeking counseling currently for all my problems. In the meantime, I am still allowed to eat jello and raisins and answer the phone by myself. No seriously, these songs are what I listen to when being dropped off at the hospital.

Description: This is my mix for Monday. I need to start it on a positive note for a change so
I will imagine that Vic Mackey from The Shield will kick people's asses when I ask him to. That's all.

Description: I've been to weddings where I was like, no I am not dancing. well a few drinks later .....you know you have been here and you can't wait for the next one. anyway nothing better than those afternoon weddings where you leave at around 3 and you are totally trashed and you are dressed up fairly decent. it's a love hate thing...but dance till you puke, eat 4-5 slices of wedding cake, tell everyone you love them and then figure out who is going to drive you home.

Description: This week is going to be hell!!!!! This week is going to be hell!!!!!! This week is going to be HELLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Description: Oren is a guy.
Margaret Machine is a machine.
This is the beginning of their adventure.

Ok, so maybe I have extra time on my hands. Wanted to try something new and different. It's just fun for me to put together, so I hope you enjoy it too.

Description: When I heard that Brad Delp of Boston had killed himself I was in shock. I always am when someone takes their own life. Heck, I have been there myself many times. What I find the most upsetting is how the sad and troubled go unnoticed or written off as just depressed or on drugs or whatever. It's a hard time for a lot of people. I don't know what to say, I don't know what to write. I am heartbroken.

Description: These songs represent some really good friends in my life who I lost contact with. I hear these songs and remember them quite often. SO....I will pick up the phone, email, write letters and hunt them down. If we connect- great, if not-well at least I tried. I will at least have the songs etched in my brain.

Description: it's all good

Description: When I think too much, I fall into a funk. A deep funk. The winds blows against my cheek and I burst into tears. I laugh at awkward moments and am completely doofy. I see myself from the outside and it's not good. You know, you tell yourself to shuttup because you hate the sound of your own voice. You do things and take things you shouldn't, say the wrong things... I am not perfect and I am perfectly fine with that.

Description: 1. get yourself a bag of chips, make sure you are sitting on a couch and watching TV and listening to music on your stereo
2. shove the chips into your mouf and make sure your butt cheeks are bouncing to the beat of the music
3. laugh at something you see on the TV and almost choke on the chips, but don't stop moving your butt cheeks.
4. look around make sure no one is watching you, even if you are home alone
5. Chips should be packed into your teeth, now SMILE!!!

Description: I am tired of working late, which is quite often. I listen to music while working on the computer and these are songs that help me keep going.