Sunday, June 10, 2012
That's one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket. - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Fun. Some Nights. In love. Sorry for the f bomb, mom. I think this is my summer anthem.
Airborne Toxic Event, Changing. What, I'm a year late? Whatever. I am a gentleman. I keep expecting to see Baxter the dog punted off a bridge.
B.O.B., So Good. I just want to travel, particularly with B.O.B. I'll be your senorita, indeed.
Adam Levine's a pompous asshole, but I love the wiz khalifa drop.
The kids nowadays are saying YOLO. I missed that happening and now I can't get enough of it. Dedicated to Sonypants, who's leaving our beloved Boston to pursue some you-only-live-once dreams.
For my recently-survived college reunion and the head injuries sustained during a dance party to this song, (not mine).
Notably not included in this list is call me, maybe, which has been retired indefinitely. Didn't think it was possible, but so so so over it. Substituted is the always in fashion BC version of what should we call me, more aptly titled what should bc call me maybe.
Becuase you know you've been there.