Yup, Natasha Bettingfield people. On my Ipod. Right there with Kelly Clarkson, and Fergi.
Like Dianna Ross I’m comin out! I like chick music! Fuck it, I said it. It’s time for me to own it. I need to know who I am.
A couple of weeks ago I was at a bar. I hit it off with a cute girl, and it came time for the # exchange. So, I pull out my super obnoxious, I’m soo cool I can’t stand myself Iphone. And this girl gives me the whole “you can tell a lot about a person from what music they like” thing. She grabs the Icool outta my hands, opens the pod, and Donna Summer, “On the Radio” is right where I left it when I rocked into work that morning.
“Whaa-oohh-oohh-oohh on tha radio!” (god damn I love that song)
Needless to say my call two days later (standard) was ignored.
You know, nothing is better that blasting Pantera’s “Fucking Hostile“, r.i.p. Dimebag Darryl you were the best shredder of all time! That shit actually sooths my sole in some weird way.
But, sometimes I just need to hear some Feist, and lallygag up 8thAv after work. And don’t get me started on Madonna. I f we’re hanging out and “La Isla Bonita” comes on, I will shush you.
No! It’s just my jam session is all, and I’ll be damned if I let any nay sayer get me down!
Big Girls don’t cry god dammit!!!