Today, while waiting for the bus, an old homeless man told me that I had nice eyes and that he wanted to marry me.
I really need to learn to drive.
There will always be a special place in my heart for Frédéric Chopin.
If I ever become rich and/or powerful, I will own an Ondes Martenot.
Some days, I just want to listen to something so loud and tuneless and crazy it’ll burn my eardrums out.
This is one of those days.
I love it when vocals get so distorted that they don’t sound human anymore.
If I break another nail, I swear to god that I’m going to just cut this hand off.