I'm in Eighties nostalgic overload today. The Roommate got Before
You Were Punk: A Punk Rock Tribute to 80's New Wave in the mail
yesterday. I heard about this album when I was in a Hello Kitty store
several months ago. (Don't ask why I was in a Hello Kitty store. I just
was.) I overheard the music playing over the PA and asked what it was. I wrote down the
name of the album, but still haven't gotten around to buying it. The Roommate beat me to
it. So, I borrowed it this morning to listen to at work. (She had it
for 12 hours...it's that enough?)

Now...say what you will about the Eighties, and Lord knows I have enough scary
VH1 Before They Were Stars-ish photos to be embarrassed about, but the music was
pretty damn fun. (Okay, not all of it. There
was some crap.) You can't
not tap your foot and/or smile during
Turning Japanese or Goody Two Shoes. You just can't. I dare you to
try.

Also, call me dense, but I never realized until today the implication that the
guy in 867-5309
(Jenny) got her number off a bathroom wall. Ew! (I must have been a
dense teenager suffering from the toxic fumes of applying tons of Aqua Net to my
perfectly coiffed hair.)

Every time I go to the gym, there is a different style of music playing. One day
it's Hip Hop. Another will be Alternative Creed-esque Rock. After
sampling the variety, I must admit that Eighties music is pretty good music to
work out to. It's much better than that Trance bullshit they were playing
a few weeks ago.