I love him, kinda

Matt has been threatening for weeks to start controlling my iTunes remotely via his iPod touch, and I keep telling him that if he does I will kill him. Well, last night, he made good on his threat, but I'm still laughing too hard to make good on mine.

I brought a man home with me last night (gasp!) and we all hung out for a while and watched some X-Files. After that, said person and I adjourn to my room. I throw on a playlist and we crash on the bed and proceed to rip each other's clothes off (well, his anyway.)

All of the sudden, my computer switches from instrumental, psychedelic rock to Puddle of Mudd's "Control."

"That's a weird shift," he murmurs, nibbling my neck.

"Yeah, it is..." I say, and then the wheels start to turn. Slowly. (I was a little distracted.) A minute later, I have bolted off the bed and into the hall.

"MATT LONSDALE!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" he replies.