Text Exchange Tuesday, Re: Songs of Shame
Lisa: I was so drunk last night, I downloaded a song by Demi Lovato. WTF.
Marianne: What.
You’re an alcoholic
Lisa: Apparently.
It got into my head at barre class and wouldn’t get out.
I’m out of control, obv.
Marianne: It wasn’t even WHILE YOU WERE DRINKING?
Lisa: That I bought it? No, I did that after I was hammered.
But every time I’ve heard it, stone cold sober.
Marianne: No I mean you weren’t listening to it while you were drinking
Lisa: Oh I bought it and then forced Brad to listen to it drunk.
I think he was a little bit frightened.
Marianne: Oh brad
Lisa: “Lisa, that’s kiss fm bullshit.”
Like he doesn’t listen to kiss fm.
Marianne: Uh fucking YEAH
I KNOW his little ass listens to kiss fm
Lisa: Oh go judge me while you listen to Shots, BRAD.
He fucking LOVES that song.
Marianne: “ooh I love this song! I first heard it at a RAVE.”
Lisa: HAHA. Go listen to some New Order, fool.
That’s the sucky part about exercise class. The shitty music that ends up stuck in my head.
Marianne: Yeah
That’s how I got started on Beyonce
Lisa: Exercise class is the gateway.
Marianne: Ha! It is.

I’m impressed you are going to barre class. You go girl!
Shame songs are the best. Until people catch you singing them and you have to admit that you sometimes, but ONLY sometimes, have terrible taste in music.