All I wanted to do tonight was make dinner and lay in bed watching TV with my girl. Err, instead I’ve got my second visit from the fire department in two weeks. (Taken with Instagram)
Over a couple of drinks, I mentioned to a friend that I really don't get Wilco. He told me it's because I don't appreciate background music.
I'm an overly neurotic twenty-something with no direction. I require never ending, over the top, big, blinking, boderline catastrophic overstimulation in order to avoid collapsing into the depths of an existential apocalypse.