‘Oh reaching out for something / Touching nothing’s all I ever do’

“Ballroom Blitz” always strikes me as being such a strange song because I can never reconcile the tender moments with the actual “blitz.” It’s not enough that I wish they were two separate songs, but it’s still something that sticks out and bugs me when I listen to it. (Also, once, my old iPod Nano skipped on the first thirty seconds of the song and every time I hear it I get anxious that it’ll happen again.)

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‘I Wish You Were the Last Person I Went to the Sharon Cinema With’

…And not the jerk who I actually went with to see “Fury Road.”

In June, there is a book convention in New York City. I have been before and while NYC didn’t agree with me then, I am a different person now than I was two years ago, and also, I like the idea of free books, so I will probably go.

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