January 2012
I’d like not to be strung out on that maybe idea that always comes back to haunt me. It only comes back to haunt me when your song comes on. When the sun shines that certain way you described. When some vulgar joke comes up that you claimed as your own. During the moments between awake and asleep when I can still hear you singing me quietly to sleep with that heartbreak voice of yours. My...
December 2011
You’re too busy for me, though you know how terribly I need you, but you’re not too busy to spend weekends doing God knows what with the friends you always complained to me about? You may know how much I need you, but I’m not blind. I can see straight through your bullshit. Blame it on the school work, list all your assignments and responsibilities for me. Go ahead. I have no...
It’s your turn to forget now. I still wish you were here.
I just went on a British indie music upload rampage.
God, I’ve been craving a good roll in the hay all week. Now the media is forcing me to hear sexy Scottish singing voices and see Ancient Greek men with no shirts. Seriously now, come on.
