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Hello friends,
I took an unexpected hiatus from trance.
You see, we have 98.1 Toronto's Soft Rock coming through the phones at work. There is nothing I can do to change this unfortunate situation. You would think that hearing five Rod Stewart songs a day would drive you mad! Nobody's bringing me a broken arrow. You would think that Celine Dion's squeky high pitch vocal farts would make you lose your mind, hearing her day after day after day. You would most definately believe that too much Kelly Clarkson is bad for the heart and that Mike & the Mechanics have definately bumped the suicide rate a little higher. And you'd be correct on all counts.
So I decided to give Michelle Butterly a call and voice my concerns.
I got through to her assistant Dawn. Dawn told me that I would need to contact the program manager in regards to my concerns about the repititious playlist. I told Dawn, that even though I couldn't see her, she was probably fat.
I was then transferred to Fiona Olos, program manager at CHFI. I said to her "First of all, I can't see you, but you're probably fat. Second of all, your repititious playlist is significantly shortening my life span" Fiona didn't care though. She recently discovered Free Cell on her computer and would be content for the rest of her life.
So I decided to return the focus of my discontent and rage back to Michelle Butterly, because she has all these annoying quirky observations about life, and she giggles. She actually insisted we all go out and buy the new Harry Potter book, no matter how old we are. What a whore.
It was suprisingly easy to get through to Michelle Butterly on my second attempt. You see, Dawn answered the call, and I knew that she knew I knew she was fat. Fat girls don't stand a change against angry immature little boys with raging hormones and bad gas. You see, I had Karahi Chicken for lunch and I'm really horny.
So Michelle Butterly comes on the phone and she's all "What's all dis shizzle bout my fizzle wizzle!?" I had to remind her that it was
her vagina, not my penis, that bled once a month. What you have to understand is, Michelle Butterly has been listening to the same nauseating shit at CHFI longer than anyone else. And because of this, she's absolutely insane. She'd probably find LKD funny - see what I mean?
But by this time, I'm starting to feel a little loonie myself, having listened to Easy Rock for so long. I mean, I wasn't far enough gone to find LKD funny, but I started to drift from trance, and consequently, from my cyber safety zone that is Trance Addict. I'd participate in forums about Whitney Houston and help compile set lists for Lionel Richie shows from years past.
Fortunately, my close friends love me. It wasn't long before they planned and successfully executed an intervention. I was kidnapped and dragged off to Montreal for the F1 weekend. I was drugged against my wishes, and then taken to Aria to bust moves to Tiesto followed by AVB followed by Guy Ornadel. At one point, my "turning point" if you will, the Easy Rock hold over me was broken at last and I began drugging myself on my own free will! I boogied all night and into the morning, riding the good vibe while floating all the while in beautiful melodic currents. And thus I returned to Trance.
Thanks to those that noticed I was gone - you rock a good one.
I've been very busy teaching myself to spin over the last couple months, and taking my original productions to the next level.
MOSAIC: I sent you a CD to the address you emailed - I assumed that I didn't hear back from you because you decided not to use any of the material... what now?
CHARMSCARS: Me get a life? C'mon, that's like Steve Guttenberg getting a good role in a new movie.
KING MACK: Thanks! I dedicate Cabala - Dark Blue to you for all your support. Cut down on the internet porn, I hear your chaffing.
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