|Are you happy where you're sleeping?
||[May. 28th, 2005|06:10 pm]
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||The National - Baby, We'll Be Fine||]|
I don't know why I feel compelled to talk about everything I can think of, to ask a million questions that don't make a difference, to tell you a million things that I think mean something when they don't in the end. I'd blame curiosity and an unhealthy thirst for knowledge, but that would be a cop-out.