Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet

I decided to join the trend, and just put in some Nirvana in the CD player today.

"Heart-Shaped Box" isn't my favorite Nirvana song, but I think I'll always have a soft spot for it. I remember hearing it - Katie handed me her walkman, and was like, yeah, here, listen to "Rape Me" - except of course, it was a tape, so you had to rewind and guess. And I heard the song BEFORE good ol' Waif Me, and I was just... damn. So I listened to Rape Me, and then I had to pass it on to Tiffany, so I rewound it and listened to part of Heart-Shaped Box again, and after Tiffany had listened to Rape Me, eventually the walkman found its way back into my grubby little hands, where I promptly rewound it the entire way... and I listened to Heart-Shaped Box in its entirety, and really, things have never been quite the same. So I'm listening to my CD today and thinking about all of this, listening to all of these songs and despite the fact that I'll listen to other music even obsessively, and other types of music and all of that...

...when I get right down to it? Nirvana's still at the top. I've been drawn into the magnet tar pit trap. So to speak.