In May, when I graduated from high school, I decided it was time to assume the responsibilities of adulthood (okay, some of them). I opened my own bank account, applied for a job, and, most importantly, I cleaned up my iTunes library.
The remnants of my dubstep phase went first, then the entire Fall Out Boy discography, until finally, with a firm hand, every Chris Brown song I downloaded in middle school was tossed into an electronic abyss. Oh man, I thought, if only it was this easy to get rid of him in real life.
