Jun 22, 2020
I'm over here having the most pathetic hipster struggle of my life. I recently treated myself to a gorgeous splatter vinyl of the Pixies' Doolittle. I've been listening to it non-stop and I'm growing exceptionally fond of Monkey Gone to Heaven. The thing is, I made up my mind a decade ago that I would resent this song because I've never stopped being salty about getting attacked by a monkey as a child. So now I can't stop listening to this damn song while actively making myself irritated about the sheer existence of monkeys, and it's really fucking petty.
