No, I’m serious.
August 3rd, 2005 | by Scott Jennings |I can’t stop listening to Kelly Clarkson’s new album.
It’s really quite good. Twelve tracks, no clunks. It’s pop-rock, very well produced, well written, and her voice is fantastic.
Don’t you fucking judge me. It’s a good album. I’m listening to it right now. Yes, in my office. Yes, I share the office with others. No, my officemate doesn’t think I’m a pansy. Yes, I’m sure.
No, I feel no shame at all about this. Yes, it’s on my karaoke list. Yes, you should consider yourself warned.
Fuck you. Fine, you don’t know what you’re missing. Enjoy your obscure shit, I’ll take another helping of the opiate.
Ross, time for another blog carnival so you can stroke your goatee and listen to your Fugazi and feel better about yourself.
Yes, I know he doesn’t have a goatee. But it’d work.
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