I'm an Americancer, a MySpace romancer

Hello all. Huzzah three day weekend. I wish it were longer, though. Or that I wasn't doing something everyday for hours and hours. I stand a little under the weather, as well, but apparently, I'm intangible, mute, and invisible, so I guess it doesn't matter.

Title Source: "Papercut Skin" by The Matches. I thank Danny in silent abundance for talking about this band so much that I looked them up.


“Now I’m gonna listen to blatantly sexual songs and write about Catholic social teachings.”

“Why is Zach Love writing about whales?”
“Because Zach Love smokes a lot of weed.”

“Your lover lied to me.”
“My lover?”
“Yeah, your lover.”
“…What the hell are you talking about?”
“Danny, your lover.”
“Wait, why is Danny my lover?”

“Bad Alex! Don’t scare Siobhan with lies about Satan pancakes!”

“No! Stop riding that cow into scarecrows and getting more points than me!”

“Ceri, you look pale.”
“I am always this pale.”

“Well, Australia.”
“That’s European enough.”

“Sophomores are a contradiction.”

“We’re all going to meet in that big metro station in the sky.”

“Let’s have an orgy! Hooray!”

“Give it up for Jesus!”

“There is a pencil on the table in front of me that says ‘Tackle life with Jesus’.”