Cleaning Day

SEE...this myspace loser user is exactly the reason why i hate that stupid site. And i also hate that the idiot who sent me his "friend request" is shirtless in the picture...HEY JACKASSES OF THE WORLD...women don't give a ((bleep)) to see a half/full naked pic of a guy...

I see guys with fantastic bodies at the gym every single time i go...trust me, i don't need to see your stupid itty bitty picture of you shirtless, and you've got alot of balls to think you shirtless is going to make anyone want to add you to their stupid friend list.

In other words, i think most men are RETARDED.

On another note, I was thinking about some random songs yesterday while stuck on the 5....

You know there's songs that will ALWAYS bring you back to a certain spot in life...here's a random few:

Glory of Love and You're the Inspiration: yes one's just Peter Cetera while the other is Chicago, but that dude's voice is pretty powerful, even though one song practically sounds identical to the other. That dude knows EXACTLY how to make you wish "mother effer, i'd die for a white knight to come save me right now" (whether "save" means saving you from a bad relationship or saving you from the horrible musak at the mall).

Groovy Kind of Love: I don't even think it's THAT great of a song. But every single time i hear it, I think "that's my song with ((insert bf of the moment))"...heck, i don't even have loyalty to whatever guy i associate with that song but damn, that song makes me all giddy in love every time i hear it.

I don't want to cry (Mariah Carey): after I dumped my friend Bryan in elementary school, he made me a mixed tape (awww, everyone's gotta either make or receive a mixed tape at some point when you're a kid) and this song was on it...I hate the song, and i thought he was an emotional sap for making it ((sorry Bryan! I still love you anyway!)), and yet every time i hear that song I think of him and school dances.

Making Love Out of Nothing at All (the original, not the stupid dance remix): everyone in high school knows why this song is stuck in my frickin' head forever. Which is too bad, because it's a fabulous cheesy song to sing to at the top of your lungs in your car. Every time it gets to:
I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle
And I can make all the stadiums rock
I'm pretty much hoarse 'cause i'm trying to match Air Supply's passion at that moment.

And onto the last two (as i'm already proving what a big loser I am)...

Wicked Games: Not associated with any event, person, moment...but that song can single-handedly make me drunk just from listening to it. I've never heard it at a bar/lounge, but if i did i'm sure i'd melt right into the floor, it's the sexiest song ever made...it turns me to pure putty every time i hear it.

And the number one most "impactful" song (if that's a word, which it's not)....

Hands to Heaven: every time i hear that song, no matter where i am, the grocery store, a bar, the car, whatever...I stop dead in my tracks and my brain just freezes and I hold my breath until I can't hold it any longer. It reminds me of my first boyfriend, that first love, and our long distance relationship and how much it ripped me apart every time we had to say goodbye...

And if i saw him on the street today, 10 years after breaking up, i would STILL beat him with a crowbar and gouge his eyes out and kick his nuts till they burst. Yes, i still hate him THAT much.

But that song still brings me back to that first love, that moment where you realize your heart aches a thousand percent for someone else.

WEll...at least until you discover he's a whore, and he got it on with both women AND men....

Sigh. good times!