If I ever can pull myself out of this emotional concentration camp I’ve thrown myself in, I will be writing about last week’s Soul Skate. This will hopefully happen later today.
But until then, I will just be floating around the house listlessly, with imaginary slit-wrists thanks to Jonny Craig. Fuck you, Jonny Craig.
(I know, this shit is annoying. Now try being Henry and having to live with it. The 2:28 mark made me collapse into his arms yesterday and he was like, “WTF is wrong with you, sixteen-year-old?” and I was wailing, “IT IS STABBING ME IN THE HEART OW OW OW!” Sometimes it’s easier to listen to the same song over and over rather than deal with reality, I guess.)