and though it may be madness I will take to the grave your precious little long face!

I feel like I'm stuck inside a cold clay ball where nothing ever changes. Though, I'm not really complaining as it is quite comfortable (minus the lack of heat) in said clay ball. Things are weird enough within my mind and the clay ball anyway.

3 wonderful songs in video form to make us feel better in these dreary days:


just watch her fingers move.


I don't know which version i like more, joy division has grown on me, and that riff kills me.

yes, he's a little creepy (check out the eyebrow raise when he says childerrrrrrn) and yes, he has an odd southern accent that isn't even real, but this song just blows my mind.

and you are starry starry starry

So. It is suddenly winter. What I would've given to just stay in bed today. Warm. It is only warm in my covers. Apparently it being November and there being snow on the ground is still not enough to turn the heat on in my building. It's actually ridiculously freezing inside. Considering the amount of money I pay for my place not only should the heat be on, there should be some sort of machine that creates the illusion of summer inside and around my entire building as well. Christ.

Something to warm our hearts: