De.lir.ious

Beep Beep
Who's got the keys to my jeep?

Vroom Vroom

Sometimes a record hits home for no reason at all, for better and often for worse; treat the Macarena like the Alamo, never forget the asinine group dancing. When I first heard The Good Life's Album of the Year I was immediately hooked, and I was perfectly happy with my girlfriend of the time to boot. Repeated (excessive, daily) listening drove me slightly mad and to the single life; I was so absorbed by the themes of alcoholism, loss and the midwest that I actually was compelled to lead my life in a similar fashion. Call me pathetic, call me what you will. So it is with a great pain in my heart that I reveal the album that started a movement in my head that will just not slow down no matter how stoned I get in rebellion of my formerly alcoholic self.

Album of the Year

In other news:
The Phillies are going to the first round of the playoffs, and then they will lose to whoever the hell they are playing.
The capital of Cambodia ain't got shit on the Baton Twirl.
Dunking outdoors by yourself in your hometown is pathetic after years of hyping oneself of.