Ah, this must be Agent Michael Scarn's favorite station.

[apocalypsos]

One of the local radio stations, playing along with their St. Patrick's Day theme of "Nice bananas!" (Dude, I don't even know), played a remix of Harry Chapin's "30,000 Pounds of Bananas" with a rap beat and Gwen Stefani singing, "B-a-n-a-n-a-s," as the chorus while I was in the car.

Oh, man, my EARS. *whines*

EDIT: I also went and picked up an outfit to exercise in. When I mentioned I needed one to a couple of my co-workers, they said, "You don't need to lose weight! You're so skinny!" Yes, thank you, I think I figured that out even before I had to buy my exercise clothes in small and STILL needed to roll down the waist of the capris I bought (which reach my ankles, natch) because they were too high-waisted on me.

Putting it on makes it patently obvious what I need to work on -- flatter stomach, toned arms, slightly smaller ass. It's not weight loss, for crying out loud, it's just sculpting and not even that much of it.

Also I got a shirt that said, "Thank God for Country Boys." *shrugs*

Comments

[melata-fic.livejournal.com]

At least it wasn't combined with the Banana Boat Song? ;) That sort of thing is why I don't like radio.