SOcial and seasonal anxiety + clients being fucking retards had me up a fucking wall until I turned the jazz music on.

And now life?
It's perfect again.

De-stress:
Crochet.
Chamomile tea.
Rhythm and Blues.

I'm not actually that tired.
The fuck.

So last night we left work at 5 and hung around Williamsburg eating ice cream and the like until about 6:30. Then we headed to the Bowery Ballroom to see Matt Good <3 ( Read more... )

"mix tapes
try to stay awake
ride my rusty bicycle into the wave.."

"i don't care
i don't care
leave their corpses
in my
underwear"

new lyrics for header
because I can't get this song out of my fucking head

♫

I've never been able to find a country music station in Manhattan (and now Brooklyn), and after listening to it like crazy during the trips to Ithaca, I did a quick wikisearch of radio stations.

There are no country music stations in NYC.

wtf is this bullshit >:[

Ian and I discussed on the way to work how back in school Andrew Bird was the type of kid that was 'too weird' and no one liked him, and Beck was the type that would proceed to beat the crap out of Bird ( Read more... )