Pet Semetary (1990)

[subtle_as_glass]

This ‘80s revival is really starting to get on my nerves. I can’t wear skinny pants anymore because everyone is wearing them. I even need to start styling my hair differently, everyone seems to have the crazy messy overly dramatic look right now. Ugh. I am not some trendy hipster and refuse to be associated with them

Comments

[drowsy_deer]

I'd be interested to know why this song was dedicated to me, of all people. Have you embedded some meaning behind these lyrics that I'm meant to tally up and track?

If so, do us both a favor and be blunt. I respond well to small words.

[subtle_as_glass]

It was dedicated to you because it just reminds me of you, and I thought you would find it annoying, troublesome ♥

[drowsy_deer]

That heart...from you...bothers me. I can't really say why, either.

The song isn't too bad. Would've rather had some Pixies in my honor, but that would be too contrary to your nature, I suppose.

[subtle_as_glass]

You listen to the Pixies? Congratulations, you've piqued my interest. And also my curiosity, how would recomending the Pixies be contrary to my nature?

[drowsy_deer]

Just because I criticized the way you went on and on about music does not mean I'm not an avid listener myself. I happen to have music going in the background near-constantly to keep me awake.

I meant that recomending the Pixies under my name would be contrary to your nature. You don't seem the type to want to assign anything good and bright in this world to a lazy bastard such as myself.

[subtle_as_glass]

I wasn't trying to imply that you didn't listen to music, simply that you seemed a country/folk fan to me. The Pixies don't exactly fall into that category. Though I'm a little skeptical on whether or not you do listen to them if you're calling them 'bright and good'. While yes, good, they're not exactly the 'sunshine and flowers' kinda good and while bright in terms of intelligence, they're not bright in a shiny, positive glow kind of way. I digress.

For your information, I've already covered the Pixies in the past, which is why I went with Elastica this time. And I didn't go out of my way to find a song just for you, that happens to be my favorite track on the album so I was recomending it anyway. It just happened to vaguely remind me of you, so I thought I'd let you know.

[drowsy_deer]

Oh, God, are we actually exchanging words without you screaming at me for no real reason---other than you have ovaries and that creates great madness in the minds of the fairer sex? I might have to write this up on the calender. Red letter day and all that. No, no that's thinking too small: I'll get drunk to Placebo, act like an utter idiot in order to fit the perfect mould left for me by every other male on my father's side of the family, and then toast your expressively long legs. Several times. If all goes well, I'll wake up the next morning remembering none of the above.

...sorry. That was...hmm. That was more than I needed to say. I would use my good friend the backspace key, but doing so would be troublesome, and I don't want to negate whatever cathartic effect it might've had on me by deleting it.

I wasn't calling the Pixies 'bright and good' as if I were likening them to a dime-a-dozen pop artist. 'Bright and good' just happens to be my easy descriptor for life's less troublesome aspects, like music.

[subtle_as_glass]

For fuck's sake, you are such an ass.

And you should work on expanding that vocabulary of yours, while short words take less time to type, they're also vague and often innapropriate.

[drowsy_deer]

Yeah, so I've been told. It's involuntary assery. Like itching. For the most part, I rarely mean it.

I only talk if I feel it's invited attention and not something that's going to be twisted all around and smacked into my face. Which is why I sort of wonder why I even attempt to type back at you, as it's not usually well-recieved.

[subtle_as_glass]

You know, working on those communication skills might help with your self-admittedly chronic case.

Its not well received because you only ever give me half-formed thoughts without giving me any kind of idea where they're coming from or where they're going. And trying to find out is like pulling teeth, which aggravates me to no end. If you're going to bother saying anything, say something worth hearing.

[drowsy_deer]

The only problem with working on communication is that it's a two-way street: I'd require someone with enough patience to work me through this crippling case of assmouth. Or assattitude. What have you. Unfortunately, it's sort of difficult to approach people just with the goal of interpersonal communication in mind---most wouldn't understand why I would see this as important, or why I lack the social graces to hold a full conversation in the first place.

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I'd need to know what it is you'd want to hear before I could say something 'worth hearing'. We all have our own tinted views on worthiness, after all.

[subtle_as_glass]

All you actually require is enough brain capacity to learn from interactions, and the reactions of others. You're obviously able enough to spot the problem, you should be able to unravel it.

Saying something someone else wants to hear isn't worthwhile at all, its pointless drivel. Spit out what means something to you, and others are compelled to listen, even if they don't want to hear it, because they connect to the heart behind it.

[drowsy_deer]

...the heart behind it. Oddly...emotive for you. Huh. Have you been listening to Death Cab for Cutie again?

I'll keep it in mind.

[subtle_as_glass]

I didn't mean it in a sappy way, don't you dare try to misconstrue it like that. Bright Eyes actually, not that it matters.