['cause there's shit that i've done with this fuck of a --]

some days all you can do is put on your headphones and turn the my chemical romance albums up loud and remember that other people's problems are, in the end, just that: other people's problems.


and there's only so much you can do for someone who doesn't want to help themselves.

[she hands charlie a sandwich -- ]

i never, ever get tired of listening to musicians i adore talk about the musicians who inspired them.


rhett miller. *heart hands*

[you've got what's left of me to -- ]

i made a playlist that included all the songs whose lyrics -- partial or complete -- i've copied into my paper journal since january 1, and the two bands that turn up the most are the drive-by truckers and fall out boy. (followed closely by jason isbell solo and the mountain goats.)


i think this would appall both patterson hood and pete wentz, and that pleases me immensely.

[i am not afraid to keep on -- ]

every summer it seems like there's things that dominate my june, july, august. in 2005 i packed my entire life into boxes, smoked a lot of dope, and watched kids in the hall with emma. in 2006, i wrote and drank wild turkey. last year i watched baseball what seemed like eight hours a day, packed my entire life into boxes, and cried a lot. this summer i'm reading, anything and everything i can get my hands on, hours spent curled into the corner of the couch with my headphones and the words in front of me.


the chapel hill public library won't let me put more than eight books on hold, though.

[this town can hit itself]

i got a glass of wine. i got a cigarette.
i should be feeling fine, i ain't feeling nothing yet.


breaking up with him was the best thing i ever did.