Sometimes when I’m feeling out of sorts, I play the iTunes Magic 8-Ball game, just because it’s fun.

You just put iTunes on random and answer the questions with what songs come on. Then, if you want, you can interpret them somehow. I welcome you to do it too and post your answers on your own blog or in the comments. Maybe it’s lame of me but I actually enjoy reading other people’s memes. It’s probably even more lame that I’m posting one myself, but I am the boss of me and therefore I don’t care.

How does the world see me? “Baby, I’m in the Mood for You,” Bob Dylan (Oooh, that’s a good one. Thanks, world. You’re too kind.)
Will I have a happy life? “Sugar Free Jazz,” Soul Coughing (Dang, this song’s kind of downer. Good thing this is all pretend.) What do my friends think of me? “Memories Can’t Wait,” the Talking Heads (I never realized until just now that this is, I think, the riff in Moby and Gwen Stefani’s “Southside.” Maybe that means my friends think I am cool and original yet forgettable.)
Do people secretly lust after me? “Guantanamera,” lyrics by José Martí, performed by Celia Cruz (I am a lusty Cuban exile. You know it.)
How can I make myself happy? “Angel of the Morning,” Juice Newton (A one-night stand? Don’t tell Denny!)
What should I do with my life? “Twistin’ in the Wind,” David Byrne (That is really not helpful.)
Will I ever have children? “My Best Friend’s Girl,” The Cars (Well, Denny is my best friend, so if we ever have a baby girl, I guess she would be my best friend’s girl. This is really stretching.)
What is some good advice for me? “Turn Your Lights Down Low,” Bob Marley ft. Lauryn Hill (I do believe in energy conservation)
How will I be remembered? “The Time it Takes,” King Toad (I like the line “Everything is here forever.” It makes me feel high-endurance.)
What is my signature dancing song? “Ladies Love Outlaws,” Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson (I don’t believe I have ever danced to this, but I guess I could see it happening.)
What is my current theme song? “Contigo,” Enrique Iglesias (Hoo boy. I must suck.)
What song will play at my funeral? “Miss Lucy,” Liz Phair (Sure, who wouldn’t want a Liz Phair song at her funeral? She’s klassy.)
What type of men/women do you like? “Vultures Ate My Dead Ass Up,” Wesley Willis (Wow. Que en paz descanse Wesley.)
What is your day going to be like? “High Water,” Bob Dylan (It did rain today, although I think it’s stopped now.)

Okay, this wasn’t a very good round. Maybe yours will be better.