An open letter.

Dear Blake Lewis,

Thank you.

Thank you for existing. And for releasing a CD that I have now added to my ever-growing collection of music. You will now join the likes of two paramore CDs, a fine frenzy and Matt White, all of whom have made me tirelessly excited in the past two weeks.

I don't need Prozac. I don't need marijuana or sex. I need new CDs. And maybe an apartment. Oh, and a job. And some books.

So, thank you for helping me attain a part of my American dream.


Crazy in Wisconsin