Stuck in mah head!

Song stuck in my head
I heard it in the bookstore
Can’t stop hearing it.

Fortunately, it’s a good song — Bill Withers’ Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone
Here, if you have heard this song before, you obviously love it, and if you haven’t heard it before, now you have:
Oh, and just for the record: I ain’t bellyachin’ over any gal bein’ gone, since I ain’t got one.
–propjets
P.S. I’m working on some more meaningful content to post. Over break, my writing has become really fluffy, so I’m thinking up new ideas to add weight and depth to what I write.
P.P.S.S. In the spirit of adding depth, I give you the following haiku, which is dedicated to my maternal grandfather:
Dig a hole real deep
Drop a bucket down the hole
Now it’s called a well.
How’s that for a deep subject?
P.P.P.S.S.S. I really do intend to come up with meaningful content. I just couldn’t resist making a well pun, which my grandfather taught me and which a friend over on her blog reminded me of. However, her post was too serious for me to make stupid comments on, so. (In fact, I’m afraid to even link to her post here…seems sort of sacreligious.)