if somebody put a gun to my head and told me to denounce Steely Dan’s “Aja” as one of the greatest albums of all time I’d tell them to pull that mother fuckin trigger
sometimes I just think about how I went to see primus perform a rush album once and was losing my mind the whole time BUT THEN they started projecting salad fingers as the backdrop and I went absolutely feral
really messed up that I never considered this downside of choosing to move into a quiet, elderly neighborhood:
once you settle in and make friends with all of your very politely nosey neighbors, you have to watch them all die one by one.
Looking for more friends who just want to share location with me. I don’t want to ask what you’re doing. I don’t even really want to talk to you. Every now and then I want to think “I wonder what they’re up to” and see where you are. That’s all
I don’t care if you’re married, I don’t care how long you’ve been married, if I met you prior to your marriage then your contact will have your maiden name in my phone forever, I’m not changing it
adult life is so funny like my friend and I are just sharing the dirty deets on credit building and bargain shopping for decent produce as if it’s high school gossip, responding “no way!” and shit
there’s a silver haired woman that walks her silver faced dog down my street and anytime I get to witness them passing, hearing the way she talks to him it is the highlight of my day