Or the account of my decline into barbarism (and all of the lovely, mad people who helped me do it).

Sunday, March 21, 2010

John Mayer, Walk Me Through This One

Sundays always depress me, especially when it rains.

I cry, say, "In the past year, I've experienced more emotion than I have in my entire life. Only the poets understand." I'm always making these literary allusions, and I can't help but wonder if he'll miss it when I'm gone.

1 comment: