my hands are dry

[yourmooseyfate]

all i want to do is lay on my bed listening to the shins/eliott smith/everything but the girl, and read two issues of rolling stone/three issues of the medium, and cut out coloured-paper stars, and write bad prose, and suck on pastel life-savers, and while away april doing nothing but everything.
where is my friend, the sun?

someone outbid me on my record player. jerk.