C's the one that let's me know when new Taylor Swift songs come out, and I'm the one that listens to them 1300 (you like that) times within the hour she texted.
So there's that for my own personal repetitive, obsessive, wait one more time listening pleasure. And so when I'm feeling extra dramatic I can sing the chorus out loud to myself as many times as I want to. While I sit on my teensy twin bed and eat bowls of Cheerios with peaches. Yes, multiple bowls, because the milk is so good here and the peaches so sweet and the Cheerios so familiar, and well, that's all you really want to eat when you find out he has a peach tree is his backyard, too.
