Just find me a shotgun and let me pull the trigger. Band of Horses? In my dream? Seriously?

Seriously, me, seriously… this is like a bad cliché of a cliché of when a spacey girl uses her GPS to figure out how to drive to Marlow and Sons from Manhattan while Band of Horses is playing. Only in the version starring me, it’s Of Montreal singing about I need to go Outback Steakhouse and eat a Bloomin’ Onion.

(And before you ask or comment about it, yes, I use Twitter. I need about 50 gajillion things to do at a time or else my head will explode. It’s like my brain is Jason Statham in Crank, ok?)

One Response to “Pitchfork Media Controls My Subconscious”

1. I can haz necesari PBS? | GMSC: Gay Men's Social Crisis Says:
   March 21st, 2008 at 10:39 am

   […] Before I get to the reason I am writing this post, I need to make a confession. Somehow, even after my last embarrassing Band of Horses dream, I had another one of those embarrassing hipster dreams. In this one, I was at a Guided By Voices […]

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