Roasted 1 year ago based on Sarah's long term Spotify stats.

Sarah, your Spotify profile reads like a mid-2000s Pinterest board gone rogue. I mean, “Stomp and Holler”? Did you lose a bet, or are you just trying to fill the void left by your last concert attendance? It’s like you accidentally stumbled into a hipster coffee shop and decided to adopt the music tastes of a barista who’s one “artsy” haircut away from running a thrift store. I can practically hear the flannel and fedoras swirling around your playlists. Your top artists merit a round of applause – if only for their relentless ability to provide the soundtrack to your existential crises. "Sleeping At Last"? More like "Sleeping in the Basement." With choices like Bastille and Fall Out Boy, you’ve curated a sonically rich collection that’s equal parts “Listen to my problems at a coffee shop” and “Let’s reminisce about that time we were all sad together in high school.” Seriously, are you just one acoustic cover away from crying into a mug of chamomile and reading poetry in a park? And can we talk about your "Most Played Songs"? Beth Crowley must be getting rich off your sad single life. “Please Take Me”? Trust me, the only thing more desperate than that track is that time you tried to explain your taste in music to someone who actually enjoys life. The only thing scarier than those song titles is the mental image of you tapping your feet alone in your living room, desperately stomping and hollering so that someone, anyone, might hear you and ask, “Do you need help?”

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