| please fire delilah |

alright, so i know that my blogs have been super emo and kinda depressing as of late (life hasn't been kind to me, ya know?) but this one will stray from the pack, promise. this story was amusing at the time it happened, so maybe it will translate well in blogland.

so, on my way back up from SD this past weekend, swan and i were listening to the delilah show on KYXY 96.5 (kinda like a KOST equivalent) where people request and dedicate love songs.

caller: id like to dedicate [sappy song name] to javier
delilah: now who is javier? is this javier boyfriend, javier husband, javier son?
caller: he's my boyfriend
delilah: and is javier with you right now?
caller: no he's not
delilah: so javier that's not there
(i forget what was said after that, but then the next part sparked a O.O moment)
delilah: now does javier see his unborn children in your eyes?
[long awkward pause]
caller: um, yes.
delilah: ok, well here's your love song for javier
caller: *really fast* thanks, bye

swan and i are like, uh. this lady is retarded and far from suave. what happened to dj lady with the voice that could lull me to sleep reading the telephone book? anyways, if it couldnt get any weirder, the next caller wanted to dedicate a song to her daughter.

delilah: isn't being a mother great? you get this maternal instinct thing that comes out of you where you would rip a bear apart with your bare hands...
[uh...what?]
delilah: (rambling nonsense) well i hope you continue to love on her and cuddle with her and shower her with all your love and faith so that she can grow up in that so that by the time she turns 14, she won't do the things that I DID...

uh. delilah needs to be fired. she obviously can't think on the spot. someone send paula abdul to KYXY. even she would do a better job, drunk and high...