I fucking hate the boy.

So, I was driving home with Dad this morning after a quick jaunt to Books-A-Million [where I was sorely tempted to try and convince them I had a card under another name, and then cursed people who promised, swore, and then threatened to give me a BaM membership card and then never did] and Lowes [where I walked across the entire friggin' store in shoes that are barely meant to walk from the door to the car and back again] and I pondered:

Which is worse, your favorite music now being considered oldies, or realizing that the oldies station is no longer playing your music? Brought on by U2 being played on one of those stations that seems to try and mix things up a little too much, but seriously considers U2 to be of their "close enough, consider them oldies stuff" type. Odd.

Anyway. Stole the basic premise of this from Heidi, and the fact that it's been like six years since I last did this. The only real difference, come to think of it, is that the Daniel wall is no longer in existence. I think I'll cry about that.

( room noodle? )