It turns out I was wrong about Taylor Swift. I can admit it now; she makes pretty damn good music. I blame “Shake It Off” for this revelation. I still remember what dusty and lonely township road (500) I was driving down the first time I heard that song, I hated it. Peppy and repetitive pop tripe. I was told to listen to it a few times with an open mind and that I would love it by listen number five. The Swifty was right, it took five listens over a long weekend before I had to admit I really liked it, but I really liked it. It made me… happy? My, and the Swifty’s opinion was confirmed when my sister said the same thing to me about Shake It Off when I came into work singing it, “give it five listens” I assured her; it infected her like a rogue strain of Ebola too. So while I was getting down with all the liars and dirty dirty cheats of the world, I could have been getting down with this, sick, Venn:
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