needs.
my response to my husband’s email invitation to attend a listening party for the new weezer album:
i’m an old, bitter woman. i do not listen to weezer. i argue about weezer. i lament over weezer. i am still from detroit and have residual traces of that snobby, musicophile blood flowing thru my veins that deems pinkerton the last weezer album. i will not partake in a night of listening to something from rivers cuomo that is entitled, “raditude.”
go. have fun. but before you do, you should make love to me and feed me spaghetti. i know we are on a “diet,” but sometimes i need what i need.
