Let's talk about Drake. Oh, again. Seems like I can't swing a Nicki Minaj glitter g-string without hitting some little white suburban kid ranting (read: blogging) about how he "feels" Drake and/or Nicki Minaj's terrible fashion (and Euro-techno-rap) decisions. And I feel what you're saying there. Ok, let's talk about procrasination then, or more precisely, the difficult/impossible task of writing about music you lust, but ultimately the masses see as just an embrasssing obsession of yours.
Here is the entire contents of the drake.txt file that has been sitting on my desktop since October, 2011:
Without the title track, the completely unnecessary mixtape-style re-working of the Jamie XX re-worked version of Gil Scott-Heron's 2010 classic, I'll Take Care Of U, this album would right now be doing a perfect swan dive from the 10.0 metre board into a pool of discarded fanboy seedlings.
probably definitely wasn't worth the six month wait.