This is an amazing short novel as much as it is a "playlist." It goes something like this. In the Spring of 2007 Mena Suvari went to the Apple campus in Cupertino and smoked a blunt on the roof with the Celebrity Playlists catalog manager and between the two of them they couldn't put together a coherent 10-point list of songs with matching titles or descriptions. Or spell check. The End.
Epilogue. Mena Suvari is hilarious.
Obviously buy the fucking thing here. Mena, maybe we should start looking at places.