Sorry about the sporadic posting. I seem to be entering one of those melancholy phases where nothing is as interesting as it once was.You get that?
I've also been time-traveling via a collection of mix CDs I unearthed in my basement. Perhaps this audio meditation is fueling my dejection?
What evs. It'll pass. Always does. In the meantime, I offer you a songnapping from the nineties. Damn, I love(d) these guys:
"Late at night she knocks on my door.
She's drunk again and looking to score.
Oh, I know I should say no, but
it's kind of hard when she's ready to go.
I may be dumb, but I'm not a dweeb.
I'm just a sucker with no self esteem."
The Offspring
by Gayle Forman
by Lauren Barnholdt
by E.M. Forster
by Francesca Lia Block
by Alyson Noel
by Kirsten Miller
by Stephanie Kuehnert
by Harvey Karp
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"I seem to be entering one of those melancholy phases where nothing is as interesting as it once was."
ReplyDeleteBeen there. Done that. Wasn't interested enough to buy the t-shirt.
Hopefully you pull yourself out soon and get back to writing. I'm looking forward to reading a new Marie Devers novel in the near future :)
I heart that song. Brings back great teen memories. I've been feeling rather melancholy myself. I'm hoping things pick up in 2010. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat's really disturbing is that I started SINGING those lyrics in my head as I read them. ;-) Hope you feel better soon ... I know all about those darned sad-cycles!
ReplyDeleteYou can't not sing these lyrics. Then, you have to go: Na na, na na na, na na, na na na.
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