No Fillings This Time
I went to the dentist yesterday. Going there is always a mixture of anticipation and horror, although lately it leans toward the latter (I no longer qualify for the free fake vampire teeth and plastic animals from the prize box). I walk in the door to the office and secretly hope it will be a while in the waiting room. There’s a fascinating copy of Details magazine with Jason Bateman on...
Something I wrote back in high school. I think...
Breakfast and indie rock: Bon Iver to play... →
yourkitchensink: Anyone else up for some early morning indie-folk rock in a cemetery? This looks amazing.