Mar 04, 2008 01:41
I can't lose my head. (lather, rinse, repeat). I can't lose my head. (lather, rinse, repeat).
((FF 4 or so months to me saying "And just like that.. I lost my head."))
On a completely, but not so completely, different note.. I hung things on our way too white walls. Walking into the apartment and being greeted by Frank Sinatra's mugshot warms the most inner corners of my soul.