It is with a heavy heart and tired brain that I write this. This entire week I have been in the search of a cd that I know I had in my collection. I wanted this cd because of something Mr. O said in a previous email that I thought YES! I need my Punk-o-Rama 3 cd.
Once you click on the link you can understand why I wanted to find this. It was, still is, awesome. I mean, who can't appreciate a song like "Haulass Hyena" by The Cramps?? I can because it's fabulous.
You see when I was 16 I got a job working at Dairy Queen, which you know, not very glamorous but at the time it was better than nothing. Which is really what the other option was because of all the places I applied to Dairy Queen was the only place to call me back. Bitches.
Me (on the right) working for The Man in a super unsanitary and unprofessional Dairy QueenOne day I'll do an entire Dairy Queen post but today- we talk about my music collection. Because while I looked in my car, the boxes stored all over the house, in my daughter's room (I just found my missing Paramore cd next to my Led Zeppelin greatest hits under her bed), my closet, the back porch, under my bed, under my dresser, in the dining room, in the kitchen junk drawer and finally, the box that stores stupid random things I keep for no real reason. (Eventually it might make sense to consolidate..)
But on the journey to find the lone cd I hadn't listened to in years I found hundreds of cd's that I am embarrassed to say I own.
Taylor Dane's greatest hits? Marty Casey and the Lovehammers? (Shut up, you know you liked their song "Trees" on Rockstar:INXS), Jamie Cullum?, Robyn? (And shut your mouth if you didn't sing along to that in 1998 or whenever and pretend you were Sweedish), Monster Ballads (I'm not ashamed per say on this one because I can sing along to ballads of the 80's like it's nobody's business. My friend Jessica and I made a baton routine to "Here We Go"...WhiteSnake. We fucking rocked it out in her driveway), Waiting to Exhale soundtrack (you know you are probably singing the "shoop shoop" song write now..), Edwin McCain?, Bloodhound Gang (and let's be honest- if you own one, you know you own at least two), Cypress Hill? (Not going to lie- totally added "Dr. Greenthumb" to my player to your right.) Insane Clown Posse? (This was before Eminem said they were gay. And I judge the "gangsta" level by what a hot white rapper says) (don't roll your eyes at me- even though he had songs about killing his baby momma you know you wanted to be the baby momma), Schoolhouse Rock? (I am not ashamed that the only reason why I pass 9th grade Civics and 10th grade American Government was this cd. "I'm Just A Bill" anyone? "Three is a Magic Number"? Yeah- don't lie. You are just as lame as I am)
Anyways- but yah. There are a LOT of cd's that I have that I continue to keep because I secretly rock out to them. (Who hasn't sung "Unbreak My Heart" when cleaning??) But I sure as hell would not leave them out in the open. Dang. Just like I did when Britney Spears was all bat shit fucking crazy, I totally hid her "Blackout" cd even though it was awesome. My, at the time, 3 year old was singing to "Toy Soldier".
But how did I get all of these, you ask? Well every two weeks I'd get a paycheck between $200-250. (I was part time, bitches) and would blow it all on cd's from Target. Well, except for my bus pass because I wasn't cool enough to have my parents drive me. Actually, I was all hot shit because I was independent without a license. But I did have a walkman, a green Jansport backpack defiled with stupid shit that was full of cd's, and books. Which was handy because it could also double as a weapon if the people who talked to themselves on the bus tried to get too friendly. I was a hot bitch, folks. I still am but in a different capacity.
Super cute mommy. With a full closet, a random backpack behind me, no flooring in my bedroom and a full basket of laundry I'm refusing to acknowledge.