Judging a book by its cover is probably not the way to get smart. Similarly, judging a song by its title is not the way to get sattisfaction. I develop obsessions that come and go quickly and usually I just think about them and do nothing (See tattoos, dropping out, internet crushes). Just now one of these obsessions translated into action + I took the plunge. Let me tell you about it.
I sometimes decide I like songs without knowing anything about them. Like that My Humps song, which I liked both before and after I heard it. Yesterday, I think, I decided I loved the song Pon de Replay and I actually had some internal dialogue--where the voice of my conscience/mind/whatever was Janeane Garofalo-- "How could you not love this song? This is what you are all about!" and I actually sought it out and listened to it. I'm heartbroken now. It's so shitty! Why!
i miss you friends and i also miss you roommates