Biggest Loser

ME! And don’t forget it, bitches. Who runs this blog? That’s right, my (imaginary) readers should feel privileged that they even know about it (there are approximately 11 of you by the way). There are other better blogs (see the section of the blog of the same title), but they don’t rant the same, don’t bathe in self-loathing and self-pity the same, and don’t freak it the same. I am actually impressed with how over the top pathetic my shit consistently reads. My analysis of my own depression has actually lifted me back to egocentric, proud, and pithy. I’m the best of the worst! I always liked the play on words of the NBC show, The Biggest Loser, where people would compete to shed the most weight in weekly competitions. But, I’d prefer, if it were literally a battle of who was the biggest loser in life. Instead of competing (because then the participants could try to out-loser each other, which would be fraudulent loserdom) it would just be weekly documentaries on each loser’s life: their trials, tribulations, and daily routines. The contestants would never actually meet, so they’d have no idea of each other’s situations and stipulations (and a real loser would not be able to adjust to his adversary anyway). Each week America would text message who they thought the biggest loser was to the network, like they do on all those reality shows, and one person would be eliminated for sort of having their life together. Eventually a winner would be selected from the pack, after it being whittled down to a final four or something. Maybe for the final episode, they could all meet, and await America’s hammer of judgment, while reflecting on the experience. Then a true “Biggest Loser” would be selected, and awarded a large sum of money that would likely not improve their situation in any way. Or maybe that should be the trick, the person selected biggest loser, is not actually the biggest loser, as they have “sort of” won something; so the runner up is the true “biggest loser, and he/she gets nothing except pity.

More tracks with no description below. I'm pretty sure that Streetplayer was originally a Chaka Khan track, cuz I got into an argument once saying it was originally Chicago, but then iPhone settled the arguement and I lost. He is a good referee.

Crystal Disco Band - Nuclear Night
Chicago - Streetplayer
Syreeta - Can't Shake Your Love
Frontline Orchestra - Don't Turn Your Back