I remember when you were the hot new thing when you first came to Phoenix, busting out with the old school like En Vogue and Sir-Mix-a-Lot. I was so happy, rocking out during my commute with renewed faith in life. And then you gave away designer purses and shoes, and it seemed that the world could never be better than when you were on the dial.
But my, how quickly that all changed. You began to forget your roots. You began to play the same shit over and over again. The same crappy poppy hip-hop and pop American Idol-type bullshit. Over and over. Gone were the days of Madonna and Vanilla Ice. Here were the days of Kanye West and Usher.
And to top it all off, I've never gotten to pick my purse or choose my shoes.
Fricking tease.