In A Word, U Were Sex

Have you ever visited a porn clippie site and then searched your own name just in case? Yes? No? Maybe? Let's say you did...were you relieved when you didn't show up or slightly insulted? Not that this could ever be something I'd have to be concerned with....I was just...you know...curious. Having conversation. Nevermind...

So, here's something I realized today. Now..I know the contents of my 'pod. I know full and damned well that "Jessie's Girl" is on there. And I know full and damned well that I listen to it. And that I sing along with it. And that I air guitar along with it. In my car, you know. Or my desk. And all this time I thought I was perfectly in control of this singing and air guitaring.

Until I walked into the pet food store this afternoon.

It came on just as I rounded a corner. And my hand immediately went to my thigh and I started to strum. And then sing. "Jessie is a friend..." and then I was caught by a dude. And then I realized....I'm powerless against Rick Springfield and his catchy, catchy song about loving his friend's girl. And his use of the word "moot." I had to literally FIGHT myself to not continue singing and air guitaring. And this knowledge made me way more smiley and giggley than one should be while walking around by oneself carrying a bag of dog food. It makes people nervous...