One of my shameful confessions got completely left out, and thus I must post it here now.
You see, I was moping recently, and I was so bummed, you guys, I was so bummed out I couldn't even be bothered to listen to playlists. I was just on random shuffle all over the city, sitting on the train, walking to work, etc. And then, AND THEN, fucking
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GOD WHY. WHY IS THIS IN MY BRAIN.
I have been known to call up my best friend and ask her all of the following:
- what medications I'm on
- what medications I'm allergic to
- what my email address is
AND YET I KNOW THE LYRICS TO "RIDDLE." There is no god.
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I almost couldn't get that out without retching. ok, I'm fine now.
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"God is an Nsync Fan" -- one of the tracks on Justin's inevitable spoken word album, y/n?
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*defriends*
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*hearts*
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Thank you, though. And if it makes you feel any better, I totally have a breakup playlist right now featuring all three of those artists. (Because nothing says, "omg I want to cryyyy why did you leeeeave" like the one-two-three punch of "Refugee" followed by "And So It Goes" followed by "Why". Gaaaah.)
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THEN WHERE'S MY SEX? If I'm a whore, I at least want SOMEONE to be having orgasms. Or to not have an empty wallet.
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