Damn, I almost felt smart for a minute.

I suppose subconsciously I was just feeling a little too smart, so instead of buying replacement razors, I decided to try that bladeless shaving system crap that's out. Yeah, I know. Basically, it's Nair with a small rubber squeegee. How dignifying. But hell, shaving sucks. Stings like crazy every time I cut myself, so why not try something new?

NO. AVOID. AVOID. AVOID.

It's hell. Burns like a bastard and now my bathroom smells like I gave someone a perm. I could have gotten the same result by shaving with a spoon over sunburnt skin.

On a brighter note...I caught the 40 Most Awesomely Bad Breakup Songs Ever countdown...I think I must know the words to over 95% of them. I think that either makes me a huge loser, or a huge music geek (most likely, both. No one who knows all the words of Mr. Mister's "Take These Broken Wings" and Britney Spears' "From The Bottom of my Broken Heart" can lay claim to much credibility. Let's not mention Michael Bolton being sung at work.)

Damn. The problem with so many of those songs is that they're either stalker anthems, or they're just whiny, wussy sobfests. That's what makes them so awesomely bad. They've got some classics on that list, but some of them are just too much, even for me. Eamonn had the right idea with his song. Who hasn't wanted to just let loose once? But then again, I never really had to tell a guy he's a ho-- now douchebag or pointless scum, that's more likely. One of my favorites was Motley Crue's "Don't Go Away Mad, Just Go Away." Now that's awesome. One of the songs in the first hour was so bad I'd never even heard it but it had a line about how he'd subtract 20 years of his life for her. Whoa. Red Flag to the Mayor of Crazytown.

I forgot how hard it is to get some of these songs out of my head, and if I walk around tomorrow singing a Winger song, I'll have to do something drastic-- like put on my Bangles Greatest Hits cd on to empty my head. I'm still looking for a Martika album to do the job...

The most insane thing is, one of the people that did those little comic bit things during the countdown went to my high school, and I graduated with his sister. Sounds stupid, but my hometown is crazy small-- it's like a farm with a school on it. Bizarre.