Top ten

If perhaps you were thinking, “man, I just can’t get enough of Sarah’s writing, and I sure do wish I knew what she thought were the ten best albums of 2003,” then I suggest you click here. However, if you were thinking, “I wish that shallow hack bitch would shut up about her empty depressing life,” I would invite you not to click there, and feel free to stop with the hate mail. I’m not making you read this everyday. Also, SO I HAD A ROUGH YEAR, man. My life isn’t really sad. I mean, no sadder than the life of someone who sends nasty misspelled emails daily to people they don’t know about those people’s personal, non-compulsory reading websites.