|Another song for another day about another skeleton long buried in the back of the closet...
||[Oct. 25th, 2005|01:27 am]
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||The Shins - The Past And Pending||]|
Some days I find it hard to figure out what time I'm living through. The past and the present have a strange way of colliding when you don't expect them to. Decade old thoughts don't have much of a place in the here and now, so why haunt my dreams with them? Signs of the coming season, I fear. Strange, I usually like the coming of fall. Fall brings change, life gets interesting. Whether or not that's a good thing is still up for debate.