Ever have one of those days where EVERYTHING annoys you? Even things you usually find funny or entertaining manage to greviously offend you somehow? That’s me today. I was idly doing some wedding research, checking out peoples ideas, reading peoples song lists for their first dances and slideshows, and I just want to shake them and say “CAN’T YOU DO BETTER THAN THAT!? Where’s your originality?” But really, who am I to judge their inane music choices? It’s not my wedding and the mere fact that Martina McBride has had the gall to produce songs that make me queasy should not be enough to fill me with rage.
Deep, cleansing breaths …
April 14th, 2006 at 2:55 pm
I think that’s perfectly rage-worthy, actually. At least, it makes sense to someone who endured most of the new Rascal Flatts album yesterday out of nothing more than a sense of professional obligation.