Party Nails

What the fuck is happening to me? I intentionally wanted to hate this shit because the pitch email used the word "hooky" and I wanted to STAB THAT FUCKING WORD IN THE GUNT.

Then Party Nails starts in with the 80s sass, all sittin on her bed kickin her white ankle bobby socks listening to her own jams on a pastel pink boombox. 

AH FUCK, I'M SNAPPING AND MY ELBOWS ARE CONNECTED TO MY TORSO AND I'M MICHAEL STIPE-ING FROM THAT ONE R.E.M. VIDEO AND I'M EMBARASSED FOR YOU HAVING TO SEE THIS. AH FUCK. AND THAT GUITAR LICK, HOLY HOOKY.

Shit. Shit I said it. I, I, I, I need you to leave.

LEAVE. JUST LEAVE. LEAVE ME ALONE WITH "No Pressure", I'm fucking smitten, turned on, and damnit, you shouldn't see me like this.