You can't, Nemo!

YOU CANNOT MAKE SOMEONE LOVE YOU.

Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection, almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters. And I could have used some warning. I was on that porch all morning, smoking cigarettes and sinking deeper into doubt.

I've loved Bright Eyes before I even knew it, I swear. All the parts of lyrics I began loving years and years ago are Bright Eyes. I never knew it way back then. I'm thrilled about it.

Turning to a different subject, I think I sort of use MySpace bulletins as a way to sort of blog. I don't say anything really important (depending on what it is you consider important) and I no longer post surveys. I kind of get out how I feel.

Ouch, I think I've gone and sprained my crooked pinky finger again.

Also, I've been feeling nostalgic.