Ducktails. Best Coast. Little Girls.

The Big Bang.

That's how you feel when you finally find a station on Pandora because of ONE BAND, where EVERY BAND, so far, is your favorite.

I am explaining the feeling of discovering a sub-genre, a genre broken down in it's most minute form. The sound of God's voice (sounding a lot like Ryan Gosling, if he were whispering what he plans to do to me tonight [I'm talking sexually, duh.])

Now, this is just what I believe I hear, and I've been told my whole life, I am able to explain and pin descriptions of things that people will say "Oh yeah, that's pretty much it. You hit the nail right on the head." If I were on the committee to name hipster fads, music or children I would beg to be in charge of naming this music.

And finally, without further to do, I would dub this music....   "SUPER AMAZING BEACH, MAYBE A LITTLE BIT OF EASTERN WOODLANDS INDIE EXPLOSION MUSIC THAT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND WHEN ZACH BRAFF PROPOSES TO YOU"

I mean, that's just what I hear.

This girl has spent the past two nights up applying for jobs.

JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE.

A Poem Inspired by Zach Schulte

Squid

Octopus

Porpoise

Purpose

Give me one

Give it all to me

Dolphin hearts

are just cold.

I really love my cat.

Holla at chur girl.

This is a rant. If you have somewhere to go....then, don't bother with this.

I am FUCKING SICK of people assuming I mean one thing and living life thinking I "meant" what you assumed.

Listen, I am a big girl and I have a hell of a self esteem so, just ask me and I. WILL. TELL. YOU. STRAIGHT. UP.

I am not afraid of you or explaining myself. Not like that, anymore.

But I WILL CHOOSE what I prefer to disclose and what to keep my own business. Again, it's not out of fear, I just don't live for you.

You don't need to know every time I wear leggings and pretend to be Nicki Minaj.

For real. I do that. I have false eyelashes...