information scientist @ know your meme. loves kittens, modernist theory, and pop punk. hates gloomy days, burnt cookies, and victorian literature.you can find me on twitter, last.fm, and the KYM tumblr. electronic mail correspondence can be sent to continuants [at] gmail [dot] com. my ask box is always open.
required reading. | gpoy | music talk: show and record reviews |
my favorite poems | songs i adore | selections from my record collection | my cat, blanketsaurus rex | cat videos |
songjournal
Dear Paul Baribeau,
When I listen to you, I get really angry. Infuriated. Irate. I don’t know why, I just get really really angry and can’t listen anymore. I really like your song Strawberry but I can’t listen to it because everything else just makes me mad. It’s nothing I have against you, at least I don’t think it is, but it’s true.
Short URL for this post: http://tmblr.co/Zkclay6lb7-
