. be prepared to intercept several spelling errors, lower caps and grammatically incorrect phrases and words that don’t mean what I want them to (at least according to that ho-bag Merriam Webster, anyway).
Thursday, June 10, 2010
don't wake me, i plan on sleeping.
i'm laying in my bedroom in the dark. it's only 9:00 pm. i was going to try and watch porn on my computer with headphones on so my roommate wouldn't hear strange sexy sounds coming from my room, but instead i got distracted by accidently clicking on the postal service on my itunes.
this isn't a bad thing.
i haven't really paid much attention to this album in eons. and when i did, it certainly wasn't on headphones. there's something different, about listening to an album with a quality sound system, cranked extra loud with clear quality and thumping bass in headphones compared to regular speakers. i'm talking computer headphones here, not ipod system. i don't know, maybe i'm just on a limb here. but this album is incredible.
i don't think anything else could sound so appealing and happy to my earbuds as give up right now. 'we will become silhouettes,' 'recycled air,' and now 'nothing better.' death cab for cutie and rilo kiley attracted my attention for about ten minutes in 2004/5, but now i could care less if i ever hear another cough from either ben gibbard or jenny lewis. but on give up, i welcome their simple, bouncy boy/girl sugar melodies with open arms.
i don't know what it is with me lately, but between my mates of state and postal service madness, i sure have been a sucker for post-romance bubblegum pop ditties lately. it's ok, reminds me of simpler times - cruising in my glittery broken red ford tempo, windows down, hair blowing in the wind, loud muffler sound rattling below the beats of 'such great heights' or 'goods (all in your head)'. driving nowhere, everywhere, getting closer and closer to the unknown destination. still on that journey, but now instead of a beater car, i'm pumping along pink fenders.
some day i'll get there, wherever my destination lies, but probably not thanks to computer porn.
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was that drawing based on you? all it needs is tron in that little shelf thing and a picture of kanye up on the wall (oh, and molly under the bed, of course).
ReplyDeletenevertheless, yes, 'til this day . . . that album still rules.
ps- i had no idea that was jenny lewis single vocals on there. i hate that bitch.