Care to ask a stranger personal questions? Need some advice? Have a great story/song/book/etc that you want to share? Please, by all means, let me know people. Could really use something to distract me not to mention I’m so bored.
Retire my parents in a beautiful house, in a perfect city, in a beautiful (warm) country
Do you still feel that way when I look like this? No cover up, and so much eye liner even Margot Tenenbaum would find me to be a little to gaudy?
Ps. Eyebrow wrinkle
If you mean current as in modern well then
Mumford and Sons
Tokyo Police Club
Cocorosie
The Postal Service
If you mean current as what I currently enjoy
In addition to the above
The Smiths
The Kooks
Temptations
Supremes
Sam Cooke
The Cranberries
Nirvana
The Strokes
The Killers (especially the first album)
Theres always a song playing around me no matter what I’m doing, or where I’m at
I lied to a friend yesterday. He’s been trying to hangout with me for a while, and I keep shutting him down. He told me he was interested in me, and I told him straight up that I only see him as a friend but he won’t back off. I told him I was out of town for the rest of the summer, and I wouldn’t be able to see him at all. I’ll only be gone a week or so..
So bored, could use some entertainment. I’ll answer anything, even anons. Tell me a story, entertain me, send me your blog. Whatever!
It’s raining wisdom, No umbrella’s necessary.
Hyperboles strike brighter than lightening.
Alliteration, singing softly, silences me into a slumber.
Onomatopoeia, thunderous. BOOM! CRASH! SMACK!
It fills me with fear, like a metaphor…oh wait, a simile.
A black hole at the bottom of a river, attracts the red herring, misleading the just hatched salmon
Fallacies. Illogical, and oxymoronic, contradictory, so redundant
Two cars stop at a red light in parallel lanes. Frederico, a single white male, non smoker, 28, hits on Tammy, the driver of the car in the right lane, through the window of his dodge caravan. “I’m Married,” she replies, rejecting his advances. Frederico’s determination leads him to hit on the brunette on the passengers side, Karen, taking a lead from Tammy, flashes a modest diamond on her finger. In a final act of desperation, Frederico calls to Anna, in the back seat. “You can’t be married too,” he protests. Anna turns to look out the window, “but I am,” then she whispers just loud enough for him to hear, gesturing a triad between her and her two friends, with her ring clad finger, “Sister Wives.” Karen speeds off through the green light, leaving Frederico stopped at the intersection, disappointed, and pondering why he ever moved to Utah
