Hello.

So I made a blog. (Obviously). I have mixed feelings about blogs, however. I mean, who am I to think that someone else out there cares about what I have to say? Probably no one does. That whole notion of the rest of the world caring about the random musings of an inconsequential individual is so incredibly widespread, which explains the copious amounts of blogs, etc, but I can't believe it's remotely true. And yet, I created a blog. I think it's because it's so easy. And maybe it'll make me feel better. An outlet, of sorts. Hmmm.... What to talk about first?

Maybe the title of my blog is a good place to start. The title is a line of lyrics from the Regina Spektor song "Eet," from her album Far. It was stuck in my head while I was picking a name for the blog. Ever since I heard one of her songs in 500 Days of Summer I've been hooked.

A Parenthood rerun is on right now. One of the girls just broke up with her boyfriend, and her friends decide to break all of the CDs she borrowed from him. First of all, that's just ridiculous. And disrespectful. Secondly, however, one of the CDs was The Decemberists. Which is rather ironic because my friend just introduced me to them. He showed me his favorite song. And I mean, it's catchy... But the lyrics make absolutely no sense. At all. How can the motorway (what is a motorway, anyway?!) reek of marmalade? What does that even mean? Oh well, I should probably stop talking now. Lehitraot :)