This morning I very literally woke up singing. I was sitting on a folding table with this emo girl in a fluffy, grey woolen sweater and green corduroy pants. We were swinging our dangling legs and singing "Birthday" by the Sugarcubes. When emo girl and I reached the part of the song where Björk busts out with a very gutteral "Oh ho oh ho-oh!" that ( Read more... )