Flipflops in the Rain


the one where i use too many parentheticals to ask you about music

i’m in a music rut, and while i could listen to Brand New on repeat for hours (what? i’m emo-licious at heart), my CD player can’t and it’s starting to skip incessantly.

that’s where you come in — what should i be listening to? (and NO, even though i live for pop music, i do not care for kesha*, and NO, i will not add a stupid dollar sign to her name.)

*except secretly, when my roommate can’t see me listening to blah, blah, blah, and not so secretly, when i’m showing off my mad tik tok clock dance moves. (maxie, pithy and coffee, you know what i’m talkin’ bout — AND YOU LOVE IT.)



public service announcement: britney still rocks

brit

booze, circus tricks, midgets and glitter — the girl knows how to win over a crowd.(although the alcohol consumption may have been self-inflicted.)

i’m not ashamed to say i am and always have been a die-hard britney spears fan, and i’m DEFINITELY not too proud to say i was at her show on Tuesday night (but no, I didn’t hear her say “Merry Christmas” — i was too busy singing/screaming/dancing along.). it was a raging good time and if you ever get a chance to see her perform — DO IT. you will not be disappointed. unless you’re there purely to hear live vocals — but let’s be honest. no one goes to a b. spears show to hear her pretty voice.

and no, the girl in that picture is not me — but i’d be lying if i said i didn’t plot to steal her awesomeness.