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It was never my intent to share this site with co-workers. Not that I'm ashamed of it, I'd just rather not have people I work with:
1. Know too much about me.
2. Find me weirder than they already do.
3. Consider me confusing and profoundly unfunny.
In the course of researching the 9/26 post, I was on Rhapsody pulling up all manner of Bryan Adams albums. When the post was finished, I minimized the program, and went about my day.
Later, while discussing music with a co-worker, I mentioned that I could probably pull up the album in question on Rhapsody. He came over to my desk, I opened the program, and staring us right in the face was Bryan Adams' "Kids Wanna Rock."
Needless to say, the ribbing commenced immediately, followed by my lame defense:
"No. See. It's not— I'm not actually listening to 'Kids Wanna Rock.' Well. I am, but it's for something. I have this thing— Look. I'm not listening to Bryan Adams to listen to Bryan Adams. Ugh. I'll send you the link."
And with that, I'd been outed.
Which is probably why I rock so f'n hard.
[Insert "Nan-nah-nah," section of "Cuts Like a Knife" here.]