This afternoon I was in the shower, nursing a dull headache (no doubt inspired by the fact that from about 6 p.m. until 2 a.m., the only liquid I ingested was extremely fermented), when it occurred to me that I had possibly bought a Justin Timberlake song off of iTunes the night before. And, sure enough, now I see that “Rock Your Body” is part of my digital collection.
WTF?
Ha ha! You’re so funny!
I was drunkblogging one night and had decided to do something mocking to the Puddle of Mudd song that I hate so much. The next day it was in my media library. “Spin You Around.”
Check this woman:
http://www.myspace.com/cortneytidwell
You’ll like her. She’s Chan-ish.
You’ve always liked that song. It was time to acknowledge it.
PT, oh no! Not Pudddddle of Muddd!!!
Fritz, you’re right — she is very Chan-ish. And from Nashville! Cool.
PP, I have always liked that song, it’s true. I suppose I should take ownership of my id’s whims more often.
[You’ll be delighted to know that Nick e-mailed me and told me not to be ashamed, that that’s a good album. Heh.]
Also: check out Rock Plaza Central’s emo-lite cover of JT’s “SexyBack.” It’s the saddest song about the male phallus I’ve heard all year. It also makes me feel better about myself for liking Justin Timberlake. I don’t have a link for it. Just Google that shit. You’ll be glad you did.