"God I love you, but you trouble me."
I taped my beloved Decemberists on Conan last night and have watched it about five times since. They looked so happy and a little bit nervous to be there. My dad watched it with me earlier today and at the end he started singing "We Both Go Down Together" in a nasally, fake British accent. It's nice to see he's upgraded the subjects of his musical parodies. I don't think his rendition of "The Thong Song" a few years ago will ever be completetly wiped from my mind.
I'm thinking of purchasing a houseplant of my very own. I feel like taking care of something besides myself - something that, when it inevitably dies of neglect, won't be a great enough cause to dub me a heartless muderess and lock me in a leaky jail cell for the rest of my days. I'll even give the doomed plant a legendary name like Ursula the Unfortunate or Raoul the Wretched.
Not only is Tristan and Iseult a lovely book, it's also a beautiful Tarkio song.
I'm thinking of purchasing a houseplant of my very own. I feel like taking care of something besides myself - something that, when it inevitably dies of neglect, won't be a great enough cause to dub me a heartless muderess and lock me in a leaky jail cell for the rest of my days. I'll even give the doomed plant a legendary name like Ursula the Unfortunate or Raoul the Wretched.
Not only is Tristan and Iseult a lovely book, it's also a beautiful Tarkio song.