I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you’re always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate the way you’re not around
And the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
Whenever I listen to music according to my mood or to what I’m thinking about at the moment, my life suddenly feels like a musical. It’s kinda cool.
“Trick Pony” by Charlotte Gainsbourg
one of my favorite scenes from Pretty in Pink.
Better music; way better TV; cuter guys; sometimes questionable, yet awesome fashion. Need I say more? What a fun decade…