I’ve got a blank space baby, and I’ll write your name.
It’s been a good week friend, in that it hasn’t been a completely tragic and demoralizing week. Treat yourself. Let your hair down.
Is it really better to get down to this sick beat than it is to get down and out about the liars and the dirty, dirty cheats of the world?
Is there any phrase in any language as simultaneously complicated and meaningless as “I love you?” Three tiny words, three little syllables to sum up the…