Burning a hole in my pocket

So, you may be thinking to yourself, "Self, did Claudia find all the songs she wanted to buy with her iTune gift cards?"

I am here to report that I have $12.43 left (out of the fitty-five with which I started) and I can't seem to part with it. You know how when you're at the mall and you have no money to spend, suddenly you see everything you've ever wanted? The perfect pair of jeans, the bra that lifts and separates like no other, the most fabulous pair of shoes ever manufactured? And then when you're at the mall and you have a gift card from your birthday, suddenly nothing is good enough for you? It's kinda like that.

I did check out the songs that were recommended to me via my blog and on Facebook (And by "check out" I mean that I listened to the thirty-second snippet that iTunes doles out.) I bought a few of the suggested songs. Others appeared to have the makings of a practical joke. ("She really bought that one? No shit?!")

The song I keep coming back to in recent weeks is "My Girls" by Animal Collective. Try listening to it with headphones - it's even better that way.


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Anonymous said…
Don't hold out on us! Which ones did you like? Don't worry, my feelings won't be hurt if mine were on the "did she really buy that?" list.
March 11, 2009 at 8:28 AM
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