longblackbangs

Ahhh, I flew to close to the sun on wings of pastrami and my friends list has now been resorted to simply names and no photos...I feel strangly alone and disconnected, and even more so than normal.

I just now figured out that the pastrami crack was from an old Seinfeld. I need to be a little more careful when reciting pop culture quotes if I'm not sure where they are from...it's like when cussing becomes a normal way to express emotions but then you let a "fuck" or "shit" fly in front of your mother. I'm worried my patheticness will be found out when I reference the Golden Girls or something in front of my friends..."You know, it was like when Blanch made the joke about Rose sleeping around...errr I mean..."

Then again I'm lucky enough to have friends that would just turn it into an obscure reference to how Teen Wolf's soundtrack was underrated or how there was potentially a small skill factor in Hungry Hungry Hipos. So I will digress...

So yeah, I found my old Walkman at my Mom's this weekend so the mixtapes are now going to be able to keep me company between classes.


Gold and green, torture me like your lies, like the lies, like the lies I believe too easily. Oh, my Jetsabel, look at this hell that I have made. If you want, maybe drop by sometime. Put some flowers on my grave so I'll look beautiful in my silent sepulcher. Yeah, that's fine, give the dresses away, I don't want anything of hers. For the moon never shines and the stars never rise without bringing me dreams haunted by the ghost of those bright eyes.
Bright Eyes-
Jetsabel Removes the Undesirables