Man. Sometimes you date a girl and all she wants to do is party.

You buy her champaign and roses and diamonds for her finger – the usual surefire methods of keeping a female companion satisfied – and what does she give in return? Some hotness in the bedroom? Some delicious home-cooked meals? A finely-knitted scarf? No. She just stays out all night. Partying.

Sometimes you go to the club just to see what she’s up to. Turns out she’s dancing and romancing with other guys. She also gives them all her number. This is unacceptable behavior given the expense of the aforementioned champaign and roses and diamonds.

Fortunately I usually have enough dough left over for some studio time. That way I can record a sweet song and air out my frustrations with a slick electronic beat and three guitars that don’t atually appear on the track. Word.