you know what's disconcerting?

tuning your radio dial to what you think is your favorite local pop/rock station, sitting back down at your computer, and then having your brain undergo a painful paradigm shift as you hear the twangy strains of "Let's Go To Vegas" by Faith Hill.

note to self, 103.9 and 102.9? not the same thing.

EDIT:

you know what's both disconcerting and also strangely awesome? realizing that you have completely unintentionally matched your hair elastics to your underwear.

fuscia, if anyone wants to know.