L U V Madonna.
My friend had to watch some Superbowl commercials for one of her classes, and she invited me over for pizza and beer and company and since I was supporting the Giants regardless of whether or not I was actually going to view XLVI, I went over.
Halfway through the show Madonna performed a variety of hits from over the course of the four decades that she has been around. And dare I say some of them were mildly catchy. I am conflicted about downloading a few tracks and putting them onto my iPod because then I will be that guy who has Madonna on his iPod. Worse, now I am forever branded as that guy who toyed with the idea of putting Madonna on his iPod. Which is weird because I’ve had no issues in the past with whether or not to include some very questionable artists on there.
Anyways, while Madonna is being an awesome 53 year old, I make the comment that I hope we look as good as Madonna when we’re 53. And then my friend stops me and is like “Erik. Have you ever seen Madonna’s arms?” I haven’t, and she whipped out her iPad and showed me Madonna’s arms. Now I’ve seen some things of graphic nature on the internet. I just watched a video of a Syrian boy who had his jaw blown off. And for some reason it’s the image of Madonna’s arms that are keeping me up at night.
I’m glad that I’ve had a beer because alcohol makes me sleepy. Tomorrow is going to be my first day at my internship, and I’m waking up at 6:20am. That gives me approximately six hours of sleep after I post this. Although I know that I won’t be able to sleep. The only other quick fix medication to pass out is an orgasm, but how can anybody orgasm while thinking about Madonna’s arms. You know what. I think it’s been decided. I can not listen to Madonna’s music on my iPod because I do not want to ever be reminded about her arms again.
I’m totally being facetious and lame and boring and I bet you I spend the rest of the night wide awake downloading Madonna’s discography. Goodbye.
