meeeeee

before there were iPods

Faded pictures in my scrapbook
Just thought I'd take one more look
And recall when we were all
In the neighborhood

And all those friends
Where did they go, I don't know
All those friends we used to know
In the neighborhood

do not drink wine at lunch when you have to work on your f. thesis.

well i guess not

incoming memories

i think i'm growing backwards or younger. with everything I ought to do, I'm wasting my time watching The Hills and The City and thinking about all the if-clauses in my life. it is like I've done so much...

reminder

we're all drawing circles in the pigsty that sometimes feels just like home

and right here something cruel must be said to remind us that we always come close

life transition

yes, a stupid i-like-joy-division joke

walk on by

Se eu quisesse medir a quantidade de gente desgraçada no mundo, bastava-me escrever as seguintes palavras Burden, Gschwend, Pattie, Fiorina e Split-Ticket, e ver quantos mordem o isco. Isco, asco... o google analytics capta tudo.

Claro que a desgraça é relativa: if you see me walking down the street and I start to cry, each time we meet, walk on by, make believe that you don't see the tears, just let me grieve in private, cause each time I see you I break down and cry, walk on by.

Mais palavras: Garand, Lichtl.

Walk on by