So that is where all the weed went

IT'S UNNERVING. RIGHT? RIGHT. UGH. AH. NO.

OH LOOK, THE ILLUMINATI PUPPETS HAVE ARRIVED.

I definitely think she's going places—her lyrics aren't deep by any stretch but her style is reminiscent of Wiz Khalifa and Mac Miller.

I am completely fine with that chorus being in my head forever. Winner.

This song tickled me to my toes. Any song about sweating weaves off their tracks gets a thumbs up from be because that had me giggling at my desk. :)

I'm laughing my ass off here. This is both funny and catchy. Rock on, Mz 007.

At least once every couple of months I fall into the serial killer Wikipedia hole. Each bit of information brings something new to look up! If ever I'm wrongfully accused of any sort of heinous crime, I could probably be convicted on my search history alone.

Last night, as I was falling asleep, I made a mental list of all the opinions I have that the Jez collective hive mind would find "problematic." I'm gonna add this one to the list.

When I take nakies I tend to avoid putting my face in them so I have plausible deniability. Who knows if this girl is going to be a creeper?

I am officially an old, because I think "Don't take naked pictures of yourself" happens to be pretty good advice for everyone, male or female. I can't imagine all those sports players who had their dicks posted on Deadspin really liked that experience either.

Confession to my Facebook and Instagram followers: I've never actually eaten food.

Songs count if performed on guitar, but not piano. (Look, nobody can be held responsible for the pure sexual power of a man playing the piano, ok? Spontaneous piano-playing ups the Vaginas Touched Through Music count to incalculable levels.) Violin counts, but not viola. Also, cello, but not bass. Bass never…

If the guy doesn't have FB, then how can she update her relationship status and tag him in it? It's elementary! :D

OK I know it looks like she really overthought this, but actually she didn't think it through. Asking how many vaginas I've touched, but not being specific. With my fingers? My mouth? My genitals? My songs?

Man, I was really hoping it was Juliette Barnes. Though that might be because I've watched so much Nashville recently I'm confusing it with real life.

Taylor's paranoia about how people are spying on her freaked me the fuck out because I bet these are all things that actually happen to celebrities. [shudder]

I grew up with a hatred for my body type. I could never achieve the trianglular, wide-shoulders, small waist that people wanted me to be. They never took into account, my wide hips, sizable posterior, and muscular thighs.

I don't like the economic message of this song. Didn't these ladies learn from Mitt Romney that you can't just tell folks to "work!" and "go to work!" when we have lost so many manufacturing and middle-class jobs. It's very presumptuous.