One of my favorite songs of the past couple weeks has been “My Number” by Foals. When I’m not blogging, I’m listening to music and adding my favorite tracks (at least the ones that are on Spotify) to this growing 2013 Spotify playlist. When I heard “My Number” for the first time while I was listening to the British band’s 2013 album Holy Fire, the song immediately called out at me, and suddenly I was that wolf knocking at my door, bang-bangin’, askin for more. Shit, yall, I feel EMPOWERED when I listen to this song. I don’t even have anybody to yell at right now, but if I did, I imagine myself showing some serious attitude, whipping around and staring someone down while yelling YOU DON’T HAVE MY NUMBER. I DON’T NEED YOUR LOVE NOW. Fuck, I’m making up imaginary people in my mind and yelling this at them, because it’s just so fun. And you? Whoever you are, reading this right now: guess what? You don’t have my number.