Flashback to 1995: Just saw a guy with a walkman clipped to his back pocket and making a call ... on a pay phone.



In other news, I am embarrassingly excited to have secured tickets for Kelly Clarkson's Addicted tour. I almost had a heart attack when I realized I had not received my text message reminding me tickets had gone on sale. Hellbitches! Anyway, I got me some seats after selling my future children to pay for Ticketmaster's ridiculously exorbitant service fees.

I saw Kelly last year at NJPAC (her first of 13,452 tours supporting this album) and she was really, really good, totally on point and vocally stronger than even I expected. Can't wait to see her at Shoreline, with fellow pop-culture junkie and future roommate in the dormatory in Hell, Ernie.