Sometimes my iPod can be a real bitch. Today, it decided to give me three broken-heart-exacerbating tunes in a row. Without further ado…
Can you believe I used to find this anthemic for my situation? Laughable!
If you don’t get Dylan, you don’t get me.
Karen O wrote this about a former Australian love. Go on girl.
I just can’t bring myself to rid the iPod of any material that might incite pain. Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment.