I work in an office where five or six people sit in an open area. We usually defer musically to the only female and God love her, she has the amazing ability to listen to a pop station that plays about nine songs on a loop. Spoiler alert! A lot of Katy Perry and Rihanna right now. You fell in love in a hopeless place last Friday night, we get it. Wait, those songs meshed together in my brain. Remind me to hollow out a tooth and keep a cyanide capsule in case this rotation continues.
I loathe pop music, unless I’m at a party, drinking, and I hear it ironically played. Then I only enjoy it for making giggles. I honestly think my entire makeup is different, because I don’t know how one can listen to this drivel and enjoy it at all, let alone 4-5 times a day. I like birthday cake, but by the third piece, I’m vomiting hot sugar unless I chug milk to coat my stomach. Therefore, I will propose a deal to my office. Everytime the same song plays during our nine hours together, I get to play a song. BTW, I’m starting with “Halo” by Machine Head – it’s 9:02 and I’ll play it on principle to double up your Beyonce “I’m a woman that tells men how it is” songs or your Lady Gaga “I’m different no one understands me, that’s why I sell millions of records ra ra ohh la la who gives a steaming shit” songs. As my tune says, this is our time to fight; no more compromising! Then I realize I’ll forget my iPod and no station plays my psycho angry music, so it looks like we’re falling in love in a hopeless place this Friday night again…sigh.