Something told me to go get a CD after work today...
Sometimes you shouldn't listen when you have a feeling.
You shouldn't follow every instinct you have. It can lead to bad things.
Things like finding a 20-song CD in the free promotional pile from the guy you were sleeping with last year.
Listening to it has sort of put me off eating. For the rest of the week. SIGH. This was the guy with the banjo who came four times. "Four times the pleasure, 1/4th the pain." He wasn't worth it.
His music's not half bad, or at least, the guitar is solid. The creepy effects and his backup I could do without. And the lyrics about abortions and the girl he slept with after me, who "stole his heart and his money and his car," etc. Mr. I-can't-be-in-a-relationship-right-now who turns around and gets with a klepto.
Yeah, happy fucking Wednesday.
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