I thought about making a separate post but there’s nothing I have to say that hasn’t already been said, in a more eloquent way, so I will just post a brief message below this point.
My thoughts and prayers go out to those in Paris, Beirut, Nigeria, those poor students at the University of Missouri and anywhere else where bad shit happened. I wish we could all just get along. One Love, y’all.
In true padadeuche fashion, Jared managed to tweet ‘#friday13th’ in the middle of everything that was happening. Sigh. I have a post on his bs saved in my drafts but I don’t think today is the right day for it.
I have decided to share my guilty pleasure songs with my loyal reader(s) every Monday. Or whenever. I have no idea what day it is. Actually, most of what I listen to these days are guilty pleasures and I will own it! I need my hype playlists. Especially in light of recent events.
I have three songs for you all today.
Ray J ft Bobby Brackin – I Hit It First
This song…speaks for itself. It’s just so hilarious to me. It has everything – catchy beat, silly but catchy lyrics, the rhyming of ‘function’ with ‘something’, a completely moronic video and some kind of low budget Lil Wayne clone. Perfect.
Blue – One Love
This song also speaks for itself.
Corbin Bleu – Push It To The Limit
This video is terrible but whatever. This song is EVERYTHING. I dare anyone to tell me otherwise.
Does anyone else have any cheesy, silly songs they listen to every day once in a while? 😛
Or well, let me bitch about my day, because we all know that’s the only reason why I’d be talking about my day. I have an entire blog dedicated to a show that I kind of hate – my life is clearly not that exciting.
My alarm went off at 5.30am. That was already a bad start to the day.
This is kind of hilarious and thus, worthy of a reblog.
The Internet is a wonderful, magical place filled with mountains of information on every subject you could possibly imagine, but let’s face it: somebody needs to tell Google that there are some things we just don’t want to know.
Take, for example, a recent conversation I had with my gracefully-aging but non-net-savvy father about a pair of defective winter boots:
Dad:These stupid boots are falling apart. See how the seam between the leather and the rubber is coming unglued? Do you think contact cement would work?
Me: I’m not sure. We could always Google it. Maybe there’s a product out there specifically designed to repair winter boots.
Dad (typing at his computer): Let’s see… I guess I need some kind of bonding agent. Let me just search “rubber”, “leather” and “bondage” and see what we come up with…
Me:NOOOOOOOO!
Accidental sadomasochism aside, there are other times that a…