Sometimes you just have to ask why
Katie (er, Kate) and Tom? Britney and Kevin? Lindsey Lohan? Exposed thongs? The re-emergence of high-rise jeans?
So, I'm riding the train to work, and there's this guy sitting behind me. He has headphones on. The volume is loud (nothing too unusual there; everyone likes to torture me on trains). And he's listening to Kelly Clarkson's, "Since You've Been Gone." Nothing too unusual there, either, but when the song ends, he listens to it again. And again. And again. (Did I tell you that the volume is LOUD?) He proceeds to listen to Kelly for the entire train ride (35 minutes of hell*).
Now, don't get me wrong. Kelly's adorable. And, damn, what pipes. I like her as much as the next gal does (translation: I'd never pay money for one of her cd's or for concert tickets, but I must confess I did get a little teary when she won American Idol). And maybe this guy was suffering from post-traumatic-break-up syndrome (though I'd personally recommend Ozzy or the Scorpions were that the case). But really, now. It's not a lost Beatles' single. (I suppose it could have been worse; it could have been that gawd-awful Celine D. song from Titanic!)
Some things in life just shouldn't be. Big-screen movies staring the Olsen twins. Socks with sandals. Celebrities dressing like homeless people. Men with hairy toes who don't bathe but who still ask me out. Kelly Clarkson on repeat repeat repeat.
*You might ask why I didn't switch seats...I totally get your point, but sometimes a little masochistic behavior for the purposes of blogging is in order, wouldn't you agree?
So, I'm riding the train to work, and there's this guy sitting behind me. He has headphones on. The volume is loud (nothing too unusual there; everyone likes to torture me on trains). And he's listening to Kelly Clarkson's, "Since You've Been Gone." Nothing too unusual there, either, but when the song ends, he listens to it again. And again. And again. (Did I tell you that the volume is LOUD?) He proceeds to listen to Kelly for the entire train ride (35 minutes of hell*).
Now, don't get me wrong. Kelly's adorable. And, damn, what pipes. I like her as much as the next gal does (translation: I'd never pay money for one of her cd's or for concert tickets, but I must confess I did get a little teary when she won American Idol). And maybe this guy was suffering from post-traumatic-break-up syndrome (though I'd personally recommend Ozzy or the Scorpions were that the case). But really, now. It's not a lost Beatles' single. (I suppose it could have been worse; it could have been that gawd-awful Celine D. song from Titanic!)
Some things in life just shouldn't be. Big-screen movies staring the Olsen twins. Socks with sandals. Celebrities dressing like homeless people. Men with hairy toes who don't bathe but who still ask me out. Kelly Clarkson on repeat repeat repeat.
*You might ask why I didn't switch seats...I totally get your point, but sometimes a little masochistic behavior for the purposes of blogging is in order, wouldn't you agree?
posted by TessaJ at 10:53 AM
1 Comments:
Apparently, according to this week's In Touch, LL's gained some weight (though it's kinda like wrapping a layer of cellophane around a used toothpick).
That guy on the train was just wrong -- sadly, now every time I hear that song, I'm gonna think of him.
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