The New Yorker arrived yesterday, which makes my life just a little more complete
It's been a couple of months since I was able to listen to my last.fm personal radio (the entire site is blocked on my client's network, and that's where I've spent most of my work time), so I'd forgotten just how amazing it is. It is currently playing me the Paris Hilton single (which, let's just admit, is actually really good), but it was preceded by Siouxsie & the Banshees, before which was Animal Collective and Pavement and Carla Bruni and so on. How is that for knowing me? If I could find a boyfriend that knew me even half as well, I reckon we'd stay together forever and for always.
Wait. Scratch that.
Making last.fm into a relationship metaphor is pretty sad, isn't it?
Yes, yes, it is.
(Still, it's true.)
Wait. Scratch that.
Making last.fm into a relationship metaphor is pretty sad, isn't it?
Yes, yes, it is.
(Still, it's true.)