Put a Ring On It

I never thought I would say this, but I am a little obsessed this Beyonce song, well more like the video. It has been stuck in my head for about two weeks now and to make matters worse, last week I just happened to be in a Bloomingdales elevator with Miss Beyonce, adding more fuel to the fire. I mean, I think the lyrics are totally fucked up toward those Independent Women that she used to speak of, but I just can't help but forget my principles and love it. It really makes me want to put on a one-armed leotard and dance my little pants off, well, I guess my pants would already be off, but you get the point. Dumb jokes are fun when I am feeling a bit hungover.