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Before Sunday night, I didn’t know who Lady Gaga was.
I know. I KNOW. I am the least cool person in the universe. You, reading my words right now? I’M NOT WORTHY.
I had heard of her, but it was sort of like my knowledge of Google Wave. OH! I know that! What is it? Um… I have no idea.
It turns out that Lady Gaga is sort of a big deal these days. She opened the Grammys in a blaze of freaky glory. This chick is WEIRD, y’all. But wouldn’t you know, after one listen to her song “Poker Face,” IT IS ON REPEAT.
This song is from 2008, and somehow, I had never heard it.
Doesn’t matter though – I am GrooveSharking the fire out of this song. It’s pretty ridiculous, actually – because since when have I liked dance music? If only my iTunes was up and running, because if I had this song on my iPod, I am pretty sure I could run forever.
Which leads me to my question… what is your favorite guilty pleasure song? This is a safe place – like a fire station or a hospital. No shame here. Maybe a tiny bit of shame. But not enough to not say anything.
(And yes, I am purposefully not blogging about the final season premier of “Lost” tonight. Anything that I could write or think or say would not come close to how I FEEL. Suffice it to say that I am having trouble focusing on ANYTHING ELSE today.)