there's a box of wine in my closet, baby
and it's singing your name.
I dunno.
Here's a thing I do know. Pop love songs to Jesus are just fucking creepy. A song that relies on all the pop conventions of a shitty romance ballad, but addressed to Jesus? Confusing and gross. Plaintive lyrics asking for some Magical Dude to give some lady singer the strength to, I dunno, do whatever. Man, those are the worst. Pandora exposed my delicate ears to Britt Nicole's "Set the world on fire"--on my Nina Simone station, no less--and I literally, literally vomited right the fuck into my own belly button.
Also, I've been sort of revising my statement of purpose all day. Except that really I've been sitting around and feeling bad about not revising my statement of purpose all day. The uj. I took a linguistics course once, but I've forgotten the phonetic symbol things. That's supposed to be the first syllable of "usual."
I maintain the right to use "literally" figuratively.
I dunno.
Here's a thing I do know. Pop love songs to Jesus are just fucking creepy. A song that relies on all the pop conventions of a shitty romance ballad, but addressed to Jesus? Confusing and gross. Plaintive lyrics asking for some Magical Dude to give some lady singer the strength to, I dunno, do whatever. Man, those are the worst. Pandora exposed my delicate ears to Britt Nicole's "Set the world on fire"--on my Nina Simone station, no less--and I literally, literally vomited right the fuck into my own belly button.
Also, I've been sort of revising my statement of purpose all day. Except that really I've been sitting around and feeling bad about not revising my statement of purpose all day. The uj. I took a linguistics course once, but I've forgotten the phonetic symbol things. That's supposed to be the first syllable of "usual."
I maintain the right to use "literally" figuratively.