There are actually lots of things I could write about St Vincent to start this post off.  Especially because over the past 2.5 years I have been doing this blog there have been a handful of times I almost posted her.  Almost.  Sometimes that happens.  Some people are harder to find pictures of I like.  In my search for something post worthy I get frustrated and even a little annoyed with them, how dare they not make my life easier by like… emailing me pictures?  Anyway, there have been multiple times I have thought about it so there are things I could say but… none of it really would be the reason she’s posted today.  Today she is posted because my dear friend whole-lies-and-half-smiles became obsessed with her like… a month and a half ago?  I dunno, at some point in time.  She does that, I get it, the same thing happens to me.  Probably to all of us who are inclined to suddenly decide celebrity X is the hottest person on the planet.  Anyway, as a result about 90% of her posts seem to be pictures of Annie Clark.  If I was smart I would save them as they pop up but I don’t.  Anyway, that’s the real reason St. Vincent is here today (and I still haven’t decided what name to use at this point, it’s so stupid but like, St. Vincent feels strange but it is definitely how she’s better known, right?  Only a few sentences left, I better decide!)  Clearly I have been worn down by the assault of images.  To the point that I had a dream about her last night.  And it’s like, ok, I give in, your music is great, you’re pretty, you have agents on tumblr doing nothing but putting pictures of you on my dash.  You win.  Today I want to fuck St. Vincent.