Dear Radio Station Owner [there is only one since everything has been consolidated into a conglomerate of media crapola],
Can you please explain to me why it is the habit of your radio stations to do lame ass talking in the morning instead of playing music? All I want to do on my way to work is be motivated to get where I'm going, preferably by some catchy music I can rock out to (like the song attached). The insipid chatter of your DJs does not make me excited to be alive listening to your station. In fact, it makes me push buttons in search of greener pastures, i.e. someone who will play me a song for the love of mocha. Is that so much to ask? I'm going to WORK people. I need all the inspiration I can get. Someone guessing the age of celebrities celebrating birthdays, or worse, a list of local people celebrating birthdays, only makes me want to remove my ears with kitchen shears and a melon baller. And I'm sure that would not be pleasant.
This is Sassy at WBGU. Thank you for listening.
I have no idea if anyone is reading this anymore. If you have been loyally checking back now and again I applaud you. At one point this blog was a therapeutic outlet for me. I'm glad to have a chronicle of my experiences during this time of my life. Now, however, instead of a creative outlet it's more of a nagging reminder that I should be posting and this girl does not need one more thing on her "To Do" list. I'd love for you to explore the archives if you so chose. If you have already done so, here's a brief update: Friendster Guy and I are still together and co-habitating. We are in domestic, but still unwedded, bliss (that status could be a post or two in and of itself, but, as I've just said, I'm done with that.) We're so domesticated we're in the market for granite countertops. We also just returned from an Aussie/New Zealand vacation and if 8 days in a tiny RV won't solidify (or destroy) a relationship nothing will. We're stronge
Comments