Whatever that Lindsay Lohan song is called

For those who don't know, I DJ a local, indie rock radio show on KRCL called, Kickin' Judy! with my friend, Angie. We've been thinking about quitting in August, which would make our run on the show exactly 4 years. While DJ-ing might seem glamorous, try giving up every Saturday night of your life for 4 years.
As I think about letting it go, I can't help but laugh at all the goods & bads of small-scale, local celebrity.

The goods:
*People bring you ding dongs when you ask them to.
*People bring you pizza when you ask them to. (The power of radio is a wonderful thing).
*Scoring occasional free CD's and tickets
*Having people call up and say that we've made their night by playing a certain song or telling a certain story.
*Having those nights where everything is "on." We're funny, the music is great, etc...

The bads:
*Getting stuck with the occasional free CD's and tickets
*Having people call up and say things like: "you're fat," "you suck," "you talk too much," "you're ugly."
*Having to make small talk with weird, old, drunk guys who think they know you because they know all about your dog and your love life because you can't keep your fat mouth shut.
*People calling in and going, "Heeeey!, it's [generic name]!" So that you have to pretend to recognize their voice. This is a great stalker trick, because by the time you realize you have no fucking idea who you're talking to, they've already engaged you in 15 minutes of bloody chit-chat.
*The having to stay up so late. I'm 30 years old, people and I value my sleep.
*Having that awkward as ass night where we can't think of anything interesting to say.
*Giving up my Saturday night.