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I said, "Turn my headphones, UP!"




Hey DJ...how YOU doin?
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See, I have this thing about DJs...

and I guess my thing is that I really like them. I mean...seriously. There's almost nothing hotter to me than a guy that can beat juggle and do awesome cuts and all that shit...

Conversely, there is almost nothing more unattractive to me than a really crappy DJ. As D, my crazy Senegalese friend, says, "It makes me want to put some voodoo on [their asses]." Not talking about those guys.

Anyway, to top it all off, DJs have hot gear. Turntables...the vinyl...and especially those cute little headphones...and, you know, that thing they do when they're cueing up the song on the record *sigh* A girl could daydream about it all day.

Well, at least this girl could.

DJs are definitely sexy. Now, let me tell you about something that's not.

Let me start off by saying, I don't really rate "being sexy on the job" very high (or anywhere) on my list of career priorities, but if I did, my current occupation would probably score "least sexiest"

...for lots of reasons, I suppose...

but mostly because I have to wear a retarded-ass headset all damn day.




Boner killer
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Stupid-ass, soul-sucking job...I fucking hate you.

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