wednesday, february 13th
mu-mu-mu-mu-music
yeah, the music of my life...
last night i'm brushing my teeth and i keep on humming the opening guitar riff of whenever you breathe out, i breathe in by modest mouse, and so after i'm done i run up the stairs and put it on. it comforts and covers me right up like a blanket.
the last song i hear that night is all your women things by smog. bill callhan is still my ideal man, his voice soothes and warms and glides me to sleep.
for some reason, i wake myself up by singing movies by alien ant farm around eight in the morning. it's weird because i never thought i knew the words. i fall asleep again.
i wake up and put on frontier psychiatrist by the avalanches and bop the whole way round my room and back again.
then i listen to overprotected by britney spears, bopping around a whole lot to the incredible middle-eight that song has.
i then put on summer here kids by grandaddy, because i haven't heard it in ages. and it's perfect. i charge around my room like a bad'un, deciding on my red mad fer it top and pink skirt; and putting silver clips in my hair.
when i go downstairs to fix my lunch for today, i hear get the party started by pink and last resort by papa roach on the radio.
then i hear the new single by marilyn manson, a cover of tainted love and turn the radio off.
as i pack my bag for college in my room, i put on gangsters and pranksters by pavement from the 'give it a day' ep and as i look through my desk for my 'frontline feminism' book, i scream along with the line, 'i've got all this harboured lsd, why won't anyone fuck me?'
i head to university, and for some reason holiday song by the pixies is stuck in my head.
and it still is now...
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