Why is Bon Iver such perfect music for when it’s snowing sideways out my window? I don’t know, maybe because he wrote it in a remote Wisconsin cabin, I’m assuming surrounded by snow. Oh boys from Wisconsin, such trouble.
P.S. The Working Class party was last night and it went off fabulously. It really does seem that each time it just gets better and better, and that just feels good.
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