Dear readers - it's time for a guilty confession. I hope you won't think too much less of me for this.
I was getting my hair cut today and heard a song I didn't particularly recognize come on the radio. It sounded vaguely familiar (as most pop songs do) so I started to tap my feet and hum along to it. I was even sort of enjoying it...until I found out who it was.
It turned out to be Maroon 5.
I'm so embarassed. I promise never to do that again.
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*shrugs* It could have been worst. Hotdogs...
I'm not embarrassed. I save that for Hilary Duff, Spice Girls, and the one Backstreet Boys song that somehow ended up in my iTunes. I love them all, most of the time, but I remember to offer to skip those more than others.
Oh Man, you'd better not, other wise, I get to break your knee caps.
you extended forgiveness unto me...and i will do the same for you.
go thy way and sin no more.
(i've actually done the same thing, if it makes you feel any better.)
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