Why does Ajax invariably end with me crying in a ball on the floor?
This doesn’t happen very often. Last night was cray. I can now confidently claim I’ve gotten into a fistfight in a dirty ‘shwa alley with complete stranger, woke up having no clue where my pants are only to be immediately thrown out into the street and of course puked out of a moving truck.
Wake up.Realize I dreamed about her. Go back to sleep out of fear of the world. Wake up again. Realize I dreamed about her again.Check her blog. Cry. Die. Go back to sleep.
Meet Me in the Bathroom - The Strokes
They were just two fucks in love
and baby that does not mean much