playlists
lets be weeping willows. sway this way and that to the beat of the moon. weep and weep. i've decided that i am nocturnal, and thats alright with me i suppose. the roads belong to the salted malibu and i can turn the music as low as i want. meijer is also pleasantly vacant, allowing you to notice and regocnize all of those tacky trinkets grandma owns. i think sunday will be a snow day. if i am scheduled to work i'll call in sick. and if its sub zero out, i'll go rollerskating instead.