Hey there, it's been a bit.
How've you been? [Is "how've" a word? It looks like it shouldn't be, but I guess so.] With spring break and midterms, I have been seriously lacking in my blogging. So, this is me admitting that I have a problem and taking the first step towards fixing it. Today's theme is a song that I often hear on the radio [Which is a problem, because I don't have a radio or a car that comes equipped with a radio.]
But if I were a radio-tuner-inner, [looks like we are on a vacation in hypothicaland today] I would most certainly know that "Grenade" by Bruno Mars is a song that plays on the radio with annoying frequency. But now that I've said that, I have to confess. I have recently downloaded this song for my own listening pleasure. [You may have heard it enough, but we college kids without cars or radios, [or have a car, but are tragically without a radio] have not.] I can't help it! It's so catchy!
Yes, the lyrics are not incredibly thought out, but they are meant well. Poor guy, he'd chop his hand off for this chick and she won't give him the time of day. [Although I cannot think of a possible situation where a man would be required to sever his hand to save someone... Maybe an epic duel?] You've got to sympathize with him though, he's fallen hard for a girl who just doesn't give a rat's pattootie about him. Maybe she's not into short men, Bruno is kind of a little guy.
By the end of the song, I'm really not sure if I want to hug or slap Mr. Mars. On one hand, I understand and respect his blind and undiscriminating love. But a little voice of reason tells me not to catch a grenade for a frigid bitch.
Lesson of the day: Do not step in front of trains for women who are prejudiced against short men.
If you have survived that whirlwind of a post, congratulations, I'm impressed. Here's to rambling, overplayed radio tunes, and unconditional love. Cheers!
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