What the fuck is this, myspace in 2005?
I’m just sitting here, listening to Bruce Springsteen in the dark, and I click on somebody’s blog and my ears are not only bombarded by a bunch of indie dancewave whatever-the-fuck bullshit, but the sound of that mixes together with Bruce Springsteen and creates something so horrible I feel like putting a gun in my mouth.
And jesus christ, cut it out with the crazy seizure-inducing neon flash layouts. Nobody finds that cool except for you, and no, it’s not covering up the fact that your blog consists of nothing more than recycled banal photography you found on random hipster blogs.
When I open up your blog it makes me feel like I walked into a Spencer’s Gifts on acid.
