So I have this coolio iPod. Love it. Shiny, silver, teeny tiny, it’s the best.
On the outside.
Inside my iPod is a sad, sad place where bad 80s music schmoozes with literary podcasts. My intent was to bogart M’s playlist, but for some reason he hasn’t been able to figure out how to do that so his good music is stranded on his iTouch and the CDs are bouncing around in his car, which is way far away in the garage, which is why I haven’t gotten off my butt to go get them and rip them myself. Ah, the lazy, it will deprive you of good music every day. Damn the lazy.
What’s that you say? You don’t believe that my playlist is all that bad?
Uh… I beg to differ. I’m betting you that my playlist is sadder than yours. In fact, I am challenging you, yes you, to an embarassing playlist throwdown! And I’m setting the bar really, really high.
Here are 5 things I’m mortified to admit are on my iPod.
1) Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom by the Venga Boys (To be honest, the whole CD is on there. And I actually listen to it. Oh the shame.)
2) City of Angels by Gabriel Yared
3) Flashdance… What a Feeling ’95 by Irene Cara
4) Hot Stuff by Dona Summer
5) Buffy Theme by Nerf Herder (Again, whole CD. Again, listen to it. Again, the shame, it burns.)
Have I mentioned that my husband is a muscian? Yeah. This post might be grounds for a divorce.
Anyway. Your turn. What do you hate to admit is on your iPod?