BATTS

I have a five year old daughter. 

She's fucking beautifully annoying, annoyingly beautiful, and she owns me. 

She's also currently spinning in my kitchen while the audio from the video for "For That, I'm Sorry" plays from one of my more recent obsessions, BATTS.

Forget the fact that I JUST got the fuck over this song, forget the fact that this song looks how it feels almost exactly how it feels it looks, this fucking song is all of the titties, and now my daughter is screaming "PLAY IT AGAIN DADDY". 

So I'm playing it again, and again, and again. 

Someone tell BATTS to make more music because I can't keep obsessing, then moving on, then reobsessing like this. It's bad form. I'm supposed to have other things to focus on. FUCK.