neovictorian

I feel like I'm just...out of words, at the moment. The good ones, anyway.

I saw the sun for a few minutes yesterday, while listening to a hilarious, lilting vintage-bubblegum-pop-sounding song ("Oxford Comma" by Vampire Weekend, if you care) and it was delightful. It was like a miniscule vacation. It didn't last, of course, and a ten-hour workday sort of sucked the life out of me, but I'll take what I can get.

This makes me laugh, though:

Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I've seen those English dramas too
They're cruel
So if there's any other way
To spell the word
It's fine with me, with me

Why would you speak to me that way
Especially when I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you
All your diction dripping with disdain
Through the pain
I always tell the truth

Thank the gods for my friend Nick, who always seems to show up and leave music I've never heard before on my iTunes when I least expect it. Saturday it was something like eight new albums, and this is the first one I've got to.

Music recommendations? Fire away, I'm feeling adventurous.