I like listening to junk radio when I'm driving the Ford Nebulous. Have you heard that song Big Girls Don't Cry? (Fergie, not Frankie Vallie). There are parts of it I get into the spirit of and belt out: For instance, the lines: "I hope you know, I hope you know...That this has nothing to do with you..."
But when it gets to the part: "It's time to be with myself and center ... clarity, peace, serenity ..." I have to snap the radio off in disgust. UGGGGGHHHHHHHH.
I can tell I'll be back to normal soon.
