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
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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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