I’ve said before that I really hate compliations, but this one is just too good to keep on the shelf. I’ve got plenty of albums by Miss Julie, but the comp in this case is pretty handy. So save the hate mail. I get enough of that already. This is the type of shit I listen to late at night (I barely sleep as it is) and it really can make me feel less lonely. God, now I’m starting to think of records like girlfriends. How tragic.