That is the bassline to Geddy Lee's "My Favorite Headache" coming out of my TV.
Today I need a new top5
I am using lj-sema.
"I want to talk, but I haven't got much to say."
I think I'm going to get some knives and practice throwing them. Everything in this place is either wood or drywall. I nominate my closet door as a target. If I'm nice, I'll take down my brother's Ma Vie en Rose poster first, instead of using poor Ludovic as my target.
Until then, I am throwing knives of thought against the wormeaten planks of my journal. It's my favorite headache.
Oooh, Love for Sale. We're talking Heads, here. Talking ones.
There's a lyrics survey or something floating around. I might do it later. Right now, I need to eliminate.