Its true. I am drowning in a sea of bad music, I forgot my bubble, and there is no one to blame but myself.
Por ejemplo:
Girl TalkNight Ripper-This CD which my roommate PN, burned for me bc he thought it would be "right up my alley" it makes me want to "set myself on fire"(Lucille Bluth, Arrested Development, Pilot Episode). Yeah and I dont mean it in a good way like Kamikazi pilots. Its a bunch of the cheesy pop, indie and otherwise, that I oh so adore. But this album, like my work habits, has got ADD. No, more like ADHD. I am running on the tread mill and as soon as I get a good gait going, it will switch from like some dr. dre beat to I dont know franz ferdinand. While I do admitted like all the stuff on there its like my closet. With all of the good stuff piled up on top of each other you cant tell what your looking at. I think its time to rethink my closet, and music.
Insert witty line about the differences between preppy music(journey) and hipster music(modern lovers).