I don’t understand Fall
THIS FALL
or any Fall. I don’t get why they’re so different and inspiring and stupid. Augh.
Fall and I have an especially weird history, especially in terms of social interactions, beginning with the BIG BECCA BANG.
Maybe Fall just starts off with a reflexive “Prepare For Being Hung Up On And Not Sleeping And Complaining To Jenn” phase. Which is probably not a bad thing to prepare for.
Fun fact: While considering the timeline of Weird Falls, I realized that I had no idea of the dates of many of these events. Furthermore, I was apparently missing two years of my life between 1996 and today.
But! I was able to use the release dates of Split Personality, XO, Soft Bulletin, F#A# Infinity, and Geurilla to help me out. Stolen years: Regained!
*uncomfortable look*
Felt oddly down today, no idea why. But but but! Then the Wu Tang’s “Protect Ya Neck” came on the iPod and in a mere two minutes, seemed to entirely turn it around.
The problem: Is “Protect Ya Neck” the cure? Or is it simply an addiction, with heavy withdrawal symptoms that need to be fed over and over again?
This is about SCIENCE, people. We MUST FIGURE THIS OUT.
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In other news, I left my damn phone at work. Sigh.
I need to post a big MUSIC LIST once again.
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