i love miley cyrus.
i mean, i know she’s trampy, has wonky teeth, and her dad is billy ray achy breaky heart cyrus who has a penchant for mullets and the soul patch. and i’m a 23 year old “adult” who listens to springsteen and CCR almost exclusively.
after my trip to philly in february, every ounce of my body–hair follicles and all–was hungover for about three days. and i had left my heart there with mr. man and didn’t know how to handle myself. to cope, i crawled in bed and watched hannah montana: the movie. twice. i don’t really know why–i hadn’t listened to her music before or watched a single episode. but i saw the horses, knew it wouldn’t take much intellectual effort to follow, and it was on netflix watch instantly, so i figured what the hell. and enjoyed it. what the frick.
now i don’t own any of her music, but i do have a miley station on my pandora [its title? don’t judge me] and hit the repeat button on youtube quite a bit.
if you’re feeling judgy of me, that’s totally expected. this is a bit absurd. but you cannot deny that party in the USA is a fun little jam. my bestie played it at her wedding in november and all of the frat boys danced their asses off to it. it was such a blast.
okay i feel better now, even though that was crazy awkward.