annie lennox has found herself back into my recently played, under happier circumstances this time. she’s still my 80s rock diva alter-ego.
i don’t care if stella and jed are annoyed by my exuberant singing, it’s my last night here. and stella plays her music really loudly on a regular basis. sometimes it’s the same indistinguishable emo crap for hours on end, and sometimes she pumps “sweet child of mine” at 9:00 on a saturday morning.
i’m going to go live by the ocean. and i’m going to fucking work there too.
rum & lemonade > vodka & lemonade? i’m going to keep taste testing until i decide.
he was right, i was the best one. i still am.