4:03 a.m. - 2008-10-17
I want to cut my wrists and burn something... What?
This morning. Oh how I never want it to end. Brand New.
And other music.
Sean Lennon.
I tell you, if I could have blown him right then and there. I would have.
I would have.
No questions asked. I'd have hopped on him, pulled my shirt off and shoved his face on my tits.
Then again, he asked "I thought the tit was the nipple?" Which, perplexed me.
But. Interpol and he was mine.
I wish I were high right now. Eyes heavey and a lazy smile on my face.
I've come way too close.
Are you willing to break all the rules
Thats what he said. Those were his words. Was that an invitation a threat a promise?
WHAT?!!?
I've really been listening to Brand New a bunch of late. I'm not sure why.
Like, crazy shit. What girl listens to Brand New AND Depeche Mode?
Because we all know Depeche Mode is far better.
Best thing: Check it:
Wine on your back yard porch, under you pecan tree Depeche Modes Exciter in your ears. Its JUST dusk, your just warm, its just getting that chill in the air...
That, that right there. Makes me smile. And warm. And not wine warm. But, warm like home.
And thats how I will spend tomorrow.
Plus see, I have plots to work on.
And pumpkins to carve.
