Roasted 1 year ago based on ‧⁺⋆♱ ˚⊹⋆ 𖦹ׂ𓉸's long term Spotify stats.

Oh look, it's the human embodiment of a Netflix binge-watching session intersection with a midlife crisis and some mood lighting. Your Spotify profile reads like a first draft of a "how to be indecisive" manual. With genres spanning from "Rock En Español" to the very specific "Adult Standards," it seems like you’re trying to curate a playlist that can please both your abuela and your angsty teenage self simultaneously. But let's be real, your taste is as confused as a chameleon in a bag of Skittles. Let’s talk about your top artists. Lana Del Rey and Bobby Vinton? That's like waking up to a bowl of Lucky Charms and then deciding to wash it down with beef jerky. You’re oscillating between melancholy indie existentialism and grandma’s kitchen karaoke night—but hey, who could resist a good "Blue Velvet" singalong after an emo breakdown? Your playlist is basically the soundtrack to a telenovela where everyone is either crying or shaking their fist at the sky. It’s an emotional rollercoaster that I’m not sure I’m ready for, but maybe seeing you cry through “Once More to See You” would make a great Instagram story. As for your most played songs, I can’t help but notice that the top three are basically a Mitski appreciation society meeting. It’s almost as if you’re trying to bring back the existential dread of being a millennial while still keeping that twinge of nostalgia for when you thought listening to "Fleetwood Mac" would make you a cool adult. The only thing more tangled than your music preferences is your love life. Next time, try clearing those cookies and give your Spotify algorithm a fighting chance—unless you want it to keep serving you the auditory equivalent of a confused Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

Roasts are purely for fun and entertainment. They're not meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy the laughs, but remember your music taste is uniquely yours!