I woke up a bit too early for a night of heavy drinking.
All I want to do is listen to Dire Straits. It seems appropriate. It's so cheesy and over-the-top, yet comforting.
I wish that I had gone to my show in Toledo last night. Then, I could spend this morning looking for Telegraph Road. I can't believe I just wrote that.
I dare you to try something completely impulsive. As we grow older, do we lose these desires or learn to supress them? Am I the only one who fears this?
Despite how dark and sad "I want you" by Elvis Costello is, it is incredibly sexy. I almost can't bare it. I love Fiona Apple's cover. The vocals are a little flat at parts, but it's wonderful.
I watched some artists at a bar downtown tonight, but I only remember the ladies bathroom. It was flooded with red light and messy black ink on the left side of one of the stalls read "there isn't enough space in the Pacific Ocean for both of us to swim."