I found my old ipod the other day and decide to give it a listen. When I was packing up to move to Oz, I had to get rid of thousands of beloved CDs after downloading its contents into my itunes library.

One of the songs that I haven’t listened to since college was Tori Amos’ “Waitress” wherein she professed a desire to send one to kingdom come. Surly waitresses come with fries, doesn’t Tori know that?


Maud, Bernice and Crystal get the job done (although you might find a menthols cigarette butt ground absentmindedly into your mashed potatoes or a couple of bubblegums hardening under your table).