Saturday, November 18, 2006
Alright. I broke down. I purchased it. $9.99
Poor James Murphy. His fingers getting stuck in those knobs and sliders and the Nike representatives lashing and lashing him until his tiny knuckles break and he cries because he just wants to go home but all they've been giving him are Peaches and Herb records and Fruity loops
to work with.
Also the thought of it being advertised to the pilates inclined kind of makes me sick. Like listening to the swish swish swish of thousands of Aunt Peggy polyester tracksuits cry out all at once.