Last.fm features me as a top listener of some old band that no one's ever heard of. My pretense wants to convince my pride to gloat over this little tidbit, but my sentience is reminding me that they're only obscure because they failed to be good.
I feel like Jerk. Hi, I'm Jerk. I attempted to do responsible things today (go to bank, purchase hygiene necessities, weasel out of impending jury duty, l'etc) but spending eight dollars on French-pressed coffee just seemed like a much better idea.
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