i worry

I feel dirty.

It’s so very wrong, but contrary to all my proper intuitions and pre-dispositions on the matter, I actually liked the Ashlee Simpson album. I did. And it shames me.

Yes, Ashleeeeeee “Spell it with EEs” Simpson. I even started singing along which frightened me and forced me to close the web browser streaming her I’m Not Jessica, Angry Girl Rock into my living room.

What’s next in this madness? A newly developed appreciation for Hello Kitty? Will I go out and buy one of those tiny little butt ruffle skirts? Who knows, I might even learn to text message.

I worry about me sometimes.

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