Showing posts with label guilty pleasures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guilty pleasures. Show all posts

Monday, January 7, 2013

"You can have all you want..."

For years, I quite bluntly stated, "I don't like Rihanna." She bugged me, for reasons I really couldn't quite articulate, and I didn't think her music was all that or any chips at all. Boring, derivative, blah.

She still bothers me, especially recently with her ill-advised reunion with the disgusting specimen Chris Brown and her seeming insatiable need for attention. Girlfriend needs to take a hard look at her life and make some better decisions.

But I just can't help myself.

I admit it with shame.

I love her music.

Her songs are so damn catchy.

Friday, January 4, 2013

These are my confessions.

1) I paid $1.29 cents for the only Justin Bieber song I've ever heard in my life (someone covering "Baby" on X Factor does not count). I heard it just once, it got into my brain, and I could not get it out no matter how hard I tried. GOD DAMN EARWORM GET OUT OF MY HEAD. I feel shame. "Swag swag swag swag..." "FONDUE."


2) I have still yet to stay OP for a full day. Yesterday was okay, but not great. I can do it today, oh yes I can yes I can.

3) I also have not gone to yoga. Of course. Because I'd rather throw away hundreds of dollars on a membership I don't use than get off my lazy bum. BUM.

4) I've also brought my laptop home both nights this week. So much fail.

5) I just got lost down the YouTube rabbit hole of pug videos for an embarrassingly long time. It all began with this.


Sunday, December 9, 2012

"Been spending too much energy on stupid shit, when honestly..."

I can't get over how fucking rad the new Kesha album is.

RAD, I SAY.

I've listened to practically nothing else for the last few days. Over and over and OVER. I know almost all the words by now and I perform concerts in my car. I don't give a fuck who sees. I rock out.

Come on, get down with me.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

"A wild child can do it better..."

You know what?

I'm not even sorry.

I'm in a damn good mood, tomorrow is Friday, I have a date tonight and I have a song in my soul.

And that song is Kesha*.

DANCE PARTY!!!



*I love her trashy ridiculousity but no, I will not spell her name with a $.