wait,

people actually carry briefcases?

something's not right

i've been having these really terrible dreams lately, and i think something might happen to you and me.

if you want passion,

tonight he sent me "#1 crush," by garbage.

in the name of the father, and the son,

an oath to consume only water as a beverage for the next month (natural green tea as an exception).

as she screams

i don't really wanna be queen.

ironically enough,

the ten dollar OPI nailpolish i shoplifted at the drugstore is called
"color with a concience"; just in case you were wondering, the color is razzle dazzle, or black.

for love,

he sent me: "The Sea and the Rhythm", by Iron and Wine.