it would figure that after saturday was so wonderful that whole reality thing would have to come crashing down with another sharp stab of financial anxiety. why do i keep playing with that stupid calculator? i just keep getting the same results: you’re gonna be broke soon kid. so why bother worrying about it at this point if it’s not going to change?

precisely. so let’s stick to good old hope and optimism here and try to hold that blissful feeling a little longer; maybe try to arrange it so it comes back soon. girls love starving romantics, right?

to aid in this i will listen to one of those dynamite postal service tracks that helped me along the first time, which as it turns out isn’t hopeful or optimistic at all. it’s a rejection song. hopefully that’s not bad luck though because it’s an awfully lovely rejection song all the same.

[now hearing this: velvet teen.]