#*@!! On The Radio

Remember us?

I got the apartment. Moving in tomorrow. Hells yes.

Ever since I got an office job (my first full-time one) I've kept the radio on quietly in the background. I don't really like most of the stuff on 101.3, but I feel like I need to be able to relate to the kids that I work with, so I aurally choke down all the Hedley and Flo Rida that Halifax DJs feel they can cram into an hour.

It's not good.

I inherited a lot from the last person to occupy this office, including a sweet Swingline stapler (not red, unfortch), a framed motivational poster (which I took down and now leans face-down against a filing cabinet) and an 80's era boom box. It only plays tapes and the radio, and since my cassette tape library is, um, nonexistant, I've been forced to make do with the latter. As a result I'm listening to Rihanna's "Disturbia" for the fourth time today.

So... mix tape time, anyone?

(*image from amazon.com. Sweet Nelly F. Hear it, get it, love it.)