dear app: what's been going on in that head of yours?

dear song pop app,

i love you. in fact, i love you so much that i have gotten other people to add you to their iwhatevers so i can borrow said iwhatevers and play on their behalf, because i know that if i install you on my facebook (given that the only iwhatever i have is an old school ipod nano), i will be too busy cultivating my song-identifying skills to get anything else done.

with that in mind, i feel i must share one tiny observation. i know it may seem like a small thing to you, but because of my nitpickiness combined with my geeky musical obsession, particularly with that produced by men wearing spandex and aquanet, it's a huge deal to me.

please, please, for the love of all that is holy (or, in the cases of the  jeans of many bands of that era- holey), fix the typo regarding track 5 of poison's "flesh and blood album".

back in the day, bobby dall was pretty skinny. therefore, i can assure you that c.c. deville and bret michaels would not write a song needling him for putting on a few extra pounds.

admittedly, i have not seen a photo of him lately, but somehow i doubt he's aged like certain other leather-clad rockers, whose physiques reveal the pitfalls of being able to afford luxuriously fattening gourmet cuisine. (mike reno, i'm looking at you.)

should you wish to double check the video to ensure i know of what i speak (do you really doubt me? really? maybe our problem is bigger than poison, then....), i am including it for your reference:

love,

duff

p.s.~ there's no need to tell me i told you so. i already know.