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Hola, I’m Isabel. You might not have ever heard of me, and really, that’s just too bad for you because I’m awesome. Really, I am.

(Okay, that last part about me being awesome is a lie.)

(Moving on.)

Heidikins was nice enough to ask me to guest blog for her. And I was nice enough to agree. Mostly because I’m a giver. And because she asked nicely. Oh, and because she has a fancy new red car, pretty shoes and long blond hair. Which is everything I want to be when I grow up.

Besides wanting to be like Heidikins when I grow up, I aspire to have an awesome collection of music on my iPod. I’m addicted to filling it up with everything from Old 97’s, to Rhett Miller. (That last sentence is probably only funny to me. Whatever. It’s hilarious. Trust me.) I’m forever trying to familiarize myself with the latest cool music. Not so much so that I can sing along to every Death Cab song, but more so that I can nod in agreement when someone mentions Death Cab. You know?

So here’s the deal; I like to get CD’s from the local public library. It’s a good way to hear new artists without any upfront cost on my part. Don’t get me wrong, I still buy CD’s for bands I really love. I also buy tickets to concerts and band merc. But when I’m not ready to commit, I simply log on to the library’s website and add a CD to my “holds list”. Then I patiently wait until I get an e-mail from the library telling me that my CD is ready for pick up. Sometimes this process can take up to a year. Seriously, I waited over a year for the new Ben Lee CD from the library (which I ended buying anyway when I saw him in concert).

Sometimes CD’s are available right away and I don’t have to wait around for them. I figure this means one of two things:  

1. It’s a crap CD that nobody wants to listen to.

2. It’s such a great CD that everybody just bought their own copy.

Last week, I totally hit pay dirt when I went to pick up my latest stack of CD’s. I had no idea what ones were going to be there, waiting to be added to my iPod. It was like Christmas as I loaded up my backpack (NERD!) with the CD’s.

And then I sort of forgot about them.

Until the next day, at work, when I remembered I needed to rip them onto my iPod. I was about half way through the pile when I looked down and realized what I had become. I was either one of two things:

1. A 14 year old girl.

2. Or a 35 year old gay man.

Seriously, could these CD’s be any gayer? (not that there’s anything wrong with that!) I feel like I need to hurry and reserve some super butch CD’s. You know, things like…holy crap, what would be considered “butch music”?