I loved Room for Squares. That record was my jam for a long while. Everything after that, with the exception of a few songs on select albums, wasn’t that great, but I still liked John Mayer. He seemed like a funny guy (see his impromptu “Chocolate Rain” parody on Best Week Ever), and I tolerated him. But since he’s become fucking tabloid fodder, any and all respect for him is gone. I can’t even separate the artist from the person anymore. He’s such a fucking douchebag, and I don’t know why he thinks it’s okay to talk about his private relationships to anyone who will listen.

Although, if I was dating Maniston, I would make sure everyone knew I was the one who broke up with her too.

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