In case you missed the boat on how tragically uncool I am, a few pieces of circumstantial evidence:
1) I have a tape player in my car. In my defense it came in the car and I really just don't care enough to replace it, but nonetheless, a tape player.
2) In that tape player is a Beach Boys tape Brother left when he was here last weekend.
3) This tape is the same tape that was constantly playing in 8 track form in my gramma's basement when we were kids, thus I know all the words to every song.
4) Lab Partner and I went to the 'City' today to pick up uniform nursing crap and halfway there I flipped the radio over to the above mentioned tape.
She will confirm how tragically uncool I am lest you hesitate to take my word for it.
And just to seal the deal:
At the crapalicious mall where we had to get our nursing crap there is one of those big cheesy candy stores with bins and scoops and plastic baggies. I now have a bag of little bits of artifically flavored, artificially colored, high fructose corn syrup heaven also known as jelly beans.
Like crack for sugar addicts.
The Dr. Pepper flavored ones are my favorite.
How gross is that?
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