- I don’t care that Heath Ledger is dead. Unless it causes The Dark Knight’s release to be postponed. Then I curse the bastard.
- I didn’t realize how important music I choose is to my workouts until my mp3 player’s battery died while I was on the treadmill and I had to plug in to my gym’s shitty music video channels.
- My current favorite song to run to is “Paralyzer” by Finger Eleven. My Yahoo! Unlimited Music Jukebox To Go thing says that a similar band to Finger Eleven is Puddle of Mudd, whose “Famous” is also on heavy rotation in my eardrums. I think my main criteria for music these days is that it is loud, has distorted guitars and curse words in the lyrics.
- Unfortunately, at home I can’t get away from “The Best of Both Worlds.” I don’t get the whole Hannah Montana thing. Miley Cyrus isn’t that cute, doesn’t sing well, can’t act worth a fuck, and has one of the most annoying speaking voices on TV. Yet she’s the biggest thing going. And people wonder why I want to slice my wrists (long ways) when I think about the fate of the world.
- On the other hand, I would do really evil things to The Cheetah Girls, especially if they sang “Fuego” while twirling around a stripper pole for me. (And they’re even all legal; I checked.)
- Re: the last two bullet points — yes, I am almost 38 years old.
- Omar is going to fuck some shit up. For real. That boy don’t play.
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