Posted by at 31st March, 2010
Posted by at 31st March, 2010
Posted by at 31st March, 2010

This is my third year engaging in the Annual CC2K April Fool’s Week, and in that time I’ve been forced to endure Mariah Carey in Glitter and the dulcet tones of Poison’s Greatest Hits. This year, I was asked to sit through 3 Ninjas, a movie that took me back to the magical nineties—1992 to be exact. As a female I was never interested in “boy” movies, ones that tended to involve karate or the quest for Babe Ruth’s baseball. Instead, I spent my time with the Baby-Sitter’s Club and seeing American Beauty at age eleven (I was a highly advanced child!).
Posted by at 31st March, 2010
To give you a little context here, before I play this CD (or collection of MP3s as it were) I have been listening to my Sinatra/Crosby/Buble playlist. Why? Because even though I am not yet thirty, at heart I am an old bitter little man. I barely know who Lady Gaga is, so to say that I have no idea what I am stepping into is an understatement.I am pretty sure that although I have very few cardinal sins to atone for, this will be my penance for the majority of them. I guess giving up soda for lent would be redundant after this auditory self-flagellation.
And so now we journey track by track into my uninterrupted stream of consciousness and the rabbit hole that is My World.
Posted by at 31st March, 2010