It’s not the heat as much as the humidity.
Don’t tell me what to do.
My friend Niles is doing this very strange series. And by very strange, I mean I want to get it pregnant behind the G train.
Am I the only person under 40 who friggin loves the Lovett? (Lyle that is)
Everyone, I am mysteriously teary eyed and gooey hearted this morning. I love you all so much. Listen to some Arlo Guthrie with me.
For pure teeth gritting determination and narrative impact, this song is ubeatable. Listen to it in a dark room while you sob angrily.
I am definitely not gay. Unless I am listening to this song. Then I am just pretty sure.
I swear he really loves me! I just make him mad sometimes! (In this case, “him” is my friend’s window sill).