Everything reminds me of everything.

[milk_eyedmender]

Dude, I am so glad they have Subway in Ireland. Little taste of home. Even the cookies taste exactly like the ones in Ameri-cay. I watched Nacho Libre? How un-me. But honestly, I couldn't stop laughing. Now I say everything with a really bad Mexican accent in my head. Hopefully it will wear off by tomorrow or something. (i.e. "sometheen".) Random songs of the past keep coming on iTunes shuffle and it's kind of freaking me out. Making me feel like I need some strawberry cake de Nora. None of this makes sense. Here, listen to this: I'll Tell Me Ma. I really like it, you might like it too. It's played by my friend Caoimhín, and he plays it on this Norwegian instrument called a hardanger, or hardaingfele. He plays Irish polkas on it. Wiki: Hardanger. I want one. And cake. And fifteen.



Mmm, Subway footlong.