It’s All About Who You Know…and Will Acknowledge Your Existence

Alright, turn on the angst-y music. Furrow brow. Ruffle up hair for some reason. It's rantin' time. Now that I've successfully not screwed up in college and got my participation trophy, you'd think I have some sort of insightful retrospective or philosophical ponderings of the future. Nah, there's none of that. I've dusted off the … Continue reading It’s All About Who You Know…and Will Acknowledge Your Existence →

You can pick your friends. You can pick your music. But you can’t pick your friend’s music.

(This post is a sort of rant, but not really a funny one. You've been warned.) I can be enormously annoying in regards to what music I listen to. It's not exactly like I'm a "picky listener." Picky eaters only eat very particular foods. I don't listen only to very particular music. I listen to … Continue reading You can pick your friends. You can pick your music. But you can’t pick your friend’s music. →