Radio.

I took my own radio to work the other day because everyone was crying about not having one since the other one broke and Lola wanted one and Lola and I are homies so yea.

I am assaulted by rap and Mexican music every time I work.

Since it's my radio, I blasted Pierce the Veil for awhile, and then played the Lydia cd, and then played MCR's first cd.  That's the Bullets cd.  It has songs about vampires and zombies.  I played the zombie song (that's "Early Sunsets Over Monroeville" obtw) on repeat for an hour and a half and they were threatening to kill me.

That's right bitches.  I feel far more superior and pleased than I should about all of this.  Maybe on Friday I'll let them resort back to their rap.  Or maybe I'll burn a Billy Talent CD and give them something to really cry about.  It is inhumane to be subjected to rap music against one's will.  It's only fair they understand how opressed I feel all the time.  Right?  Damn straight.