Fucking chest pangs.
October 20, 2007
My excuse is that I’ve only heard it while driving my gray car through gray weather and orange leaves, and only because I had the radio on, and only because it was unfamiliar to me, but it’s stupid and trite and I’m 27 years old.
OK, I’m “obscure occational post guy” but, what the fuck are you talking about?
There’s a link in there. It’s blue on my monitor.
Eh, it’s alright. It didn’t give me chest pangs, though.
Oh, sorry. the little blue “it” was obscured by the overzealous assender of the “d” and and attention whore “w”. You can’t judge yourself to harshly. I’m a total sucker for a voice and an accoustic guitar, not to mention the added effect of grey on grey action. The right setting can even make Barry Manilow cue a vaklempt. I just wish I could spell.