outta my, outta my head

these days i'm listening to only two albums: the first is beautifully written and sung by an amazing vocalist; the other is more or less a spoken-word album with a bunch of auto-tune and high-priced production that rocks me so hard that i can't be bothered to stop dancing and criticize the "singer."  the albums are Adele's "21" and a leaked copy of Britney's "Femme Fatale." (shhh -- don't tell! i swear i'll buy it once it's released. and on sale.) 

i strongly suggest that you buy Adele's album, by the way.  there are several ridiculously good songs on it, one of which i've already listened to one vagillion times because it breaks my heart so good: