Tuesday, November 11, 2008

11/11/08

Maybe it's the piano lessons, but I've been throwing some Tori Amos on during the afternoon/evening while I'm in my apartment. And that's been good--something I listened to when I was 12, and sounds totally different now that I'm "all grown'd....ish up?"



On an unrelated not:
Look up Treeman: Search for the Cure (a documentary) and you will flip the fuck out.