these are the songs i’ve been sitting here singing outloud to myself in my very successful attempts not to think at all.
and here’s a word of advice, if you have any plans to break my heart like the former outlaw (or any heart for that matter) take a few words from ol’ paul westerberg and say, “things I long to tell you but I don’t know how. things I don’t wanna tell you but I have to now. . . i could use some breathing room but I’m still in love with you.”
now is the time where i go sack out on the couch wathing “shakespeare in love” with my hand shoved down the front of my pants ala al bundy.