Thursday, February 5, 2009

You're on my radar, on my radar

So today I have been having a day. Where I am annoyed by like, everything. So that's good. Or not.

Yeah, that's actually a not.

anyway, what really bothers me is the radio. For one thing, they play the same songs over and over again and it's never REALLY the song you want to hear. For instance, I could hear "Love Story" by Taylor Swift over and over again, but it's never effing on. What? Play it, it's good. I mean, at work we listen to the urban stations and they pretty much play the same songs over and over again: "Just Like Me"-Jamie Foxx, "Got Her Own (Remix)" - Ne-Yo, Jamie Foxx, and Fabulous, "Trading Places" - Usher.
In general, I really like these songs. I like the "Just Like Me" song because Taraji P. Henson is in the video. I like "Got Her Own (Remix)" because one day I aspire to have my own things. And "Trading Places" was legit until it made me realize that I was not actually having sex with anyone, so then it made me sad.
So yeah. Legit songs. Until you hear them not even an hour apart for 8.5 hours straight and then you want to shoot yourself in the head.
I guess I should be happy that the got her own remix does not include R.Kelly. I'm over R.Kelly remixes except for "I'm a Flirt"
Gold, right there.

But the crazy thing that happened today was when I got on facebook and a childhood friend friended me. Now, I haven't seen this girl since she was like...5?6? And her sister friended me last year, and she looked the same. Now Demi (the younger sister who I haven't seen since she was 5) looks COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. And I guess part of it is that I didn't really know what she would grow up into. I look at pictures of when I was 5, and I look totally different than right now. I mean, I kind of have the same facial expressions, but your face still is changing and looking different everyday. So she friended me, and thank goodness facebook has names or else I would have had no idea who she was! I still think it's really crazy, and I'd love to call my sister and tell her about it because this is her childhood best friend but I can't because she can't talk to anyone on the cell phone because she's joining a sorority.
Barf-ola.

2 comments:

Stephanie said...

I think a trip to Homewood is in order soon so that we can visit your local Walmart. Kay cool.

Married In Chicago said...

barfola. im going to start saying that. is that spanish for something?


:P
man i make myself laugh