I don’t know what it is about people here, why they shy away from emotions, why they cling so desperately to all that is right-winged and All-American, but I’ve always felt more like I’m observing rather than actively participating in small-town life.
Or maybe my mind is just too strange to fit in anywhere.
Or maybe everybody feels like this.
Or maybe I should quit thinking.
This is why we’re moving to England to have a castle surrounded by a moat and picnics by the Thames. Also so our outfits can be all bitchin’. Soulmeats 4-Evah.
I often listen to this song when I wake up to get in my normal bad-ass motherfucker swagger. It usually doesn’t work though because I somehow make myself look like a fool in the first hour upon waking.