All right, I'm not even going to front. I've been listening to a whole lot of Colbie Caillat recently. And to be honest, I'm not even really guilty about that. What I do feel a little sheepish about is the fact that I have, on several occassions, worked out to Colbie Caillat. Worked. out. to Colbie Caillat. Never in my life did I ever think I'd say that. There is absolutely nothing about Colbie Caillat's music that amps me up to go on a run or do pushups. Or...is there?
In all seriousness, I have my buddy, Jamie Bell, to thank for my current obsession with Colbie Caillat. Jamie's the kind of person who will (and is the only person I know with the balls to) come into my car, and skip songs on my iPod or switch out my iPod for hers without even asking. (Rude, right?) And her taste in music is, well...let's just say it's questionable at times. Anyway, I'll never forget how offended she sounded when she was flipping through my music library a few months ago and asked, "You only have one Colbie song on here!?" to which I responded, "Um...yeah?" In my head I was actually thinking, "I have a Colbie Caillat song on my iPod!?" Needless to say, after many car rides with Jamie, her iPod, and Colbie Caillat on repeat, Colbie's music has grown on me more than I ever thought it would.
Now, go pump some iron to this.
