Our intern here at work, god bless her little hemp jewelry wearin’ soul, has apparently – just recently - discovered grunge music.
She is now on the fourth day straight and her (literally) 13th (loud) listen through Nirvana’s “Unplugged”.
Yeah, yeah, I know she’s young and hey, I am not opposed to a little Nirvana every now and again. But man, couldn’t she just get that shit out of her system back in like, ’94 like everyone else?
brightside: Could be P. Diddy