THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I swear I was just a homeless woman in my past life. My jeans today had a record EIGHT holes in them.
EIGHT.
And my Green Day shirt (shut up shut up shut up- It says Rodeo Rock on it and makes me happy) had a whole in it.
You know where?
Right on my fucking boob, that's where. I didn't even notice until we got to the theatre either.
Oh well. It's a little late for good first impressions on my list anyway.
I want the new fucking transplants CD to come out. A LOT.
(And the new AFI CD, and the new HorrorPops CD, and the new Distillers album, etc etc etc)
I think I'm going to buy an autoharp.
And I'll just start a punk rock autoharp band and find some good accordian players to jump in too. Maybe some French horns.
No, but I really am getting the autoharp.
I don't know either. And an electric bass, apperantly.
I just nod my head and say "Okay, mom..." on most matters.
So there you go.