Frosty has sent me one song a day, every day for the past 205 days. It's an on-going ritual called the "Daily Tight Song" and I can usually expect to get it each day before noon. In fact, I get a bit antsy if it's past noon and it hasn't arrived, which causes me to arrive at the completely logical conclusion that Frosty is has suffered a neurological accident that has destroyed his short term memory and he has to tattoo the names of the songs on his skin via makeshift tattoo tools. Anyway, I've been keeping track of the list here, because I'm less likely to accidentally delete a blog entry (* crosses fingers *), than I am to accidentally delete a word document on one of my crazy file-deleting sprees and I don't have an external drive or anything to save them on. Also, it's eating up a lot of space in my inbox. He has the uncanny ability to choose songs that more or less fall in line with the kinds of songs that I like. That said, despite my lac...