ಠ_ಠEDIT: What I meant to post was actually something about how I am sick, but being taken care of quite splendidly. On a theoretically unrelated note, the Decemberists'
Hazards of Love is a fascinating and amazing listen, but the latter half of the album is not sexy. Still fascinating and still amazing, but not. You know.
Just not.
Anyway, aside from that I've been listening to the French stuff, but also a lot of Tegan and Sara and also Cibo Matto. Very uplifting. I remember being wee and just leaving Miami; Mom listened to Cibo Matto nonstop and I was like, I HATE THIS SHIT OMFG IT MAKES NO SENSE WHERE IS MY ADOLESCENT POP PUNK CRIES. Now I am like...
my feelings are encapsulated so well by your flawed EnglishI've a download schedule for tomorrow if my disheartening sickness keeps me from lingering overlong at Café Efendi, or even going at all. But Neo, I ask myself, how many more upbeat one- or two-girl outfits can you consume in a week? If I need a break, there's always the
Watchmen soundtrack.