I’m in the middle of a professional nervous breakdown. Nothing too life-altering just the usual lots of things to do and not so much time to do them. Matters are not helped that I am taking off Friday to prepare for HippieFest 2007 (Yes, me at a hippiefest, I might have to tell you about that later). So that means I have even less time to do all the stuff.
Plus, Al, the cutest girl on earth™ is out for the next week so I have to play her on TV. Oh, and my Canuckian counterpart found a job at a different company so we’ll be down a copywhore in a week.
Yeah.
I tell you all this because it might help explain that in my weakened state I have totally fallen under the spell of Avirl Lavigne’s “Girlfriend.” It’s total teenybop sugar pop goodness. Seriously folks. Try it, I dare you.
How bad a person does it make me that Avril Lavigne saying “motherfucking princess” is kind of a turnon?
Dude she’s legal. Besides, it’s hot. I’m kind of turned on too.
The new song I heard wasn’t bad, but I’ll never get past the fact that the girl can’t sing a lick without Protools or whatever the latest and greatest software package is these days…
I want to hear about the hippiefest. Will you be braless and smelling of patchouli? Growing out your underarm hair? Inquiring minds want to know.