creamygoodness

I ask you, is there anything better than that mad burst of nervous energy in the pit of your stomach when a song grabs ahold of you, snatches up every trace of emotion and excitement in you and cranks it up to 11 to the point where you feel almost nauseous with anticipation of nothing much in particular while you can do nothing more than flail about like an epileptic at a Jean-Michel Jarre concert in your chair? No? Just me then? Nevermind.