Life is strange indeed. And I want to hear the Cardigans' cover of Desafinado. Right wrist has some twinges. Left wrist is getting pissy. And although I was having a discrimination ala sinster moment, I will be most pissed if my left hand is out for commission.
Home is so nice and green.
I forget how bleak and gray and dirty NYC is. But my parents don't believe in using heat, and we live in a big, drafty old house. The Propellerheads are strange, since they're drum'n'bass. But I suppose 4 years at Binghamton surrounded by my little quasi NYC hiphoppers has finally made me defenseless. The Queen is Dead .