13-Dec-2005

This morning, I am jogging along at a pace somewhere between snail and snail-half-assing-it-pre-coffee.  As I flip through the channels on my circa-late-90s yellow Sports Walkman (it weighs more than my free weights), I hear the following excerpt as "Golddigger" is fading off 102.7:

Ryan Seacrest:  (singing/rapping??)  Get down girl, go 'head, get down. (repeat twelve thousand times)

Do I really, really need to hear Ryan Seacrest's faux-rap disaster at 7:30 in the morning?  It's bad enough when he says shit like, "I've got my chai tea soy latte, my new Marie Claire, and now it's time to say, Seacrest, out!"  Oh, you are so out, Ryan, when I get ahold of three hundred bucks and a closet to push you from.