I feel like that I spend most of my time blogging about how I don’t have time to blog…but sadly, it has been true. I am #1 lazy and #2 I have NO multi-tasking skills. I love, love, love, love, LOVE my job on the radio. It feels strange to say or admit this out loud, but it is like I finally found what it is in life I should do. I still have so much to learn and I really haven’t applied myself because again, I am lazy as fuck. I have missed the internet. I know I am still online 24/7 with social media, but I miss having countless hours to just piddle and read my favorite websites. I MISS the drama. I am so damned boring now.
I constantly feel like I am behind and playing catch up, but I have really missed out on some of the daily drama I used to enjoy so much over on Saving Country Music. I don’t always agree and 9 times out of 10 I have no idea what he is saying because his words are so damned fancy and I am a bit of a ding bat and as deep as kiddie pool, but I do enjoy the passion in which he writes them. I missed my opportunity to meet the “Triggerman” in real life at the Lone Star Music Awards because I was too busy guzzling free beer, whining about chipping my tooth on the microphone, trying to fix my bangs and hiding from all the Brauns, but I honestly think I was a little scared to introduce myself. (I have met other bloggers before and lets just say I think the majority of them have dead little boy body parts hidden in the crawlspaces of their momma’s house.)
Trigger dude posted his review of the music video for that shit-forsaken Blake Shelton song and it gave me the gigglesnorts. Again, I FINALLY got around to watching this video a few days late of course, but if you missed it…here you go!
To tell you the truth, I just don’t care enough to argue the same debate over the “Old Farts and Jackasses” comments that Blake made anymore. I can’t not like Blake. He seems like a fun fella, but I lost my “give a shit” when I realized that this song wasn’t just a fun little jokey song to open the awards show and prance around to. It is a real damn song…on the radio. We play this song all the damn time on my station and I shit you not, people go crazy for it. My phone lights up like crazy with requests. I just don’t get it. I am perplexed. (I just wanted to use the word perplexed in a sentence, so I used it there.)
Triggerman had a much more evolved argument for why this song is bad HERE on his website, but I am not that deep. I just think it sucks…but NOW THAT I KNOW THAT RAELYNN is/was involved in ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM with it, I hate it 1038498540948389276443789 times more.
I JUST DON’T GET IT!
Am I deaf?
I have such a irrational dislike for her and I can’t really explain it. I just don’t get it. There has to be so many little blonde chippies out there in the world to adopt! I want to pluck that damned massive hibiscus off of her giant head and shove it down her throat so she can’t sing anymore.
I really don’t have a point.
I do wish that Shooter Jennings and the Triggerman would make up. Their feud makes me uncomfortable.