Friday, May 22, 2009

YOU MY FUTURE WIFEY

In an ideal world, the number of times I would have to hear Soulja Boy's "Kiss Me Through the Phone" is one. MAYBE two, if it was like... a dear friend's wedding song (improbable), or the last request of my father on his death bed (inconceivable), or if I had to listen to it in order to save my firstborn from certain doom at the hands of cripplingly awful music industry professionals (this seems most likely). Unfortunately none of these scenarios are in place to excuse the fact that I have to hear this song at least once a day from my coworker's MIX CD. Not the radio? Not the radio. She carefully crafted a mix CD dreadful enough to play on repeat day in and day out to suit her discerning taste (other selections include: Beyonce's "Single Ladies" and.. I don't even know the names of the other dreck) and, fr0m all appearances, the taste of the other coworker who sits directly next to her.


At least my job revolves around listening to other audio input for most of the day; plus, I sit far enough away from her that it's easy to block out as background fuzz. Mostly I just marvel that there is at least one person in the universe who evidently has no objection to the rotation habits of top-40 radio in the US.

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