Six Feet Under, Vol. 2: Everything EndsIs is stupid that I want this?

Wait, don’t answer that.

I spent so much of my life being anti-anything-popular that now I have zero shame about jumping on the bandwagons that appeal to me. Isn’t this, after all, the entire point to being thirty-something? Rampant commercialism and the income to finance it?

I liked the show, I liked the soundtrack, I already actually have a couple of the tracks, and I want the rest. If this means you think I’m shallow, to hell with you. I know I’ve got great taste. (Hah. As if.)

 

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