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Everytime I see Britney Spears I can't help but think of Robyn. Remember this song?

And now this is her:

Aweeeeesuuuuum. This is what you could have become, Ms Spears! This is also my JAM:

Yelle also does an awesome cover of it, that I like to sing along to and pretend I know French:

I don't know why I was thinking about that, I guess because I hear it all the time at work. That's what happens when you work at a Swedish retail chain.

While we're on the subject of music, I just can't seem to get enough of this lady recently:

I love her, bad hair and all.

I'm actually not crazy about this song:

But I like the video and I looooove RiRi's outfits, especially the first one! McQueen skull knuckle duster? Yes please! I've been known to wear such outfits in real life, which sometimes can have disastrous results, like creepy old yinzer couples following me and trying to make me get in their car. I've been feeling like I want to be a brunette lately. There a 1% chance of that actually happening. Maybe I'll get a wig though. I'm also a sucker for Kanye: "She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string And up top, unh...Two bee stings. And I'm beasting off the riesling." Let's face it, the man knows what's up. Speaking of Kanye, I will share with you my guilty pleasure of the moment, as long as you promise not to tell on me:

I've been obsessed with my Tumblr lately. It's kind of a stream of consciousness image blog. Check it out if you dare.

I've been thinking a lot these days. About the past, mostly. About things I've done that I can't believe I ever did. I can't believe how selfish I was, and callous, and immature. I didn't think I was any of those things at the time, but I was. I used to secretly think the shit that I did was kinda funny in some sick way. Hindsight is 20/20, I know. But still. I'm always on the watch for karma to be coming after me with a big fucking vengeance. It sucks. I feel like this song:

I bought that album the day it came out, of course. (As I'm sure you know if you've ever read my bloggings before, I'm a huuuuuge Amanda Blank fan.) I like it. I like it a lot. But I don't love it. I understand that the aim is to cross over into the mainstream but I feel like it's a little overproduced and some of her rawness was lost in translation. Don't get me wrong, it's definitely worth checking out. I just miss the days of this: