Fergalicious

First of all, I should explain my whereabouts for the past while -- I was on a boat in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, sailing in shark-infested waters. No, I'm not kidding -- I'm working on redoing the website for a program called Stanford at Sea and therefore tagged along with the students and professors for the final two weeks of their five week journey. There is a lot to say about this experience, but I can boil down the main point: I don't like it. I don't like boats, I don't like sailing, and I don't like the wide open ocean. The trip, therefore, was something of a challenge -- though in an ironic twist of fate, it turns out that I don't get seasick. So while I kept seeing students run upstairs so that they could retch off of the back of the boat, I was able to sit in my bunk area editing video. It makes me feel like I should give someone my inner ear.

But anyway, I'm back now and let me tell you, land never looked so good. The only problem is that I've started listening to music again (you weren't supposed to use iPods on the boat) and my latest pop song du jour is Fergie's aptly named "Fergalicious." It is a horrible song. Horrible! Even to my undiscerning ears, I can tell you that this is a song that is epic-ly bad, complete with cheesy rhymes, bizarre tempo changes, and a refrain that misspells "Tasty." ("T to the a to the s-t-e-y- girl you taste"?) But, as could perhaps be expected, I can't get it out of my head.

I'm sure it doesn't help that I keep listening to it every time I exercise/go running -- but still. So I wanted to ask you, Saltines, if you could either a. recommend better workout music to me or b. come up with some alternative lyrics to "I'm Fergalicious/I be up in the gym just working on my fitness." Because really, they're quite dreadful.

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