I'm getting bloody tired of being ripped away from things I take comfort in, and someone will suffer for Now who do I have to thank for this lovely world? Really, now. I'd like to send them flowers. Perhaps a fruit basket. Everyone enjoys a good fruit basket, aye?
Cups and Titanium have no right to still be good after this many times of having them stuck in my head. The person to blame for my introduction to Pitch Perfect knows who they are and should be prepared for retaliation.