I felt like I was in the past. not as is I went back, but as if it was pulled forth to my school desk and the color of the walls was the faded cement of the 80's. I was already remembering how terribly trendy everyone dressed, and our grandchildren laughing at our senior portraits on the hallway walls because our hairstyles were so bad. I see myself already remembering the stinking white stink that crept out from the walls and how it was later found out that mold was growing out of the vents, and how strange it was that people were only sad for two days or so when that boy died in a car crash.

I'm still listening to Ben Kweller.....nonstop.



This is from probably the cutest and most pretentious magazine ever, and i love it.