But I’m glad you came And I’ve been thinking bout How you say my name You got my body spinning Like a hurricane And it feels like You got me going insane And I can’t get enough So let me … Continue reading
Parker Posey: Our Life In Signs
The other day Daleen and I were walking around Albany Bulb, trudging through unrealized ambitions and vague political remarks, when I posed a question that, in retrospect, seems highly inconsequential (Ew, who actually talks like that? Eff that noise). I … Continue reading
I wanna be the guy who writes songs about JG Wentworth. That’s something I could do. That’s something I could get behind. Similarly, job hunting must be really satisfying for people who don’t want jobs.
Seinfeld should have been with four guys from the hood. “The mothafuckin’ dry cleaning, yo!”