when its cold outside...
i feel like putting on a dress and my only pair of stilettos and perhaps some red lipstick... and screaming along to pretty girls make graves. not the smiths song. and then i feel like beating the shit out of some sort of inanimate object. like a couch. or a fork.

or maybe ill just put on the dress and stilettos and play scrabble with my floormates and get fucking trashed off of amaretto or lemoncello... or something equally classy. while listening to pulp's "disco 2000." yes. disco 2000 is perfect right now.

when i came 'round to call, you didn't notice me at all