I HATE Hairdryers

Written by Emma on October 23rd, 2006

God fucking damn. Could you make them any LOUDER?? I didn’t quite rupture my eardrums completely.

I don’t really have anything to say. Why post then? Well, mainly because of the hairdryer thing. I’ve discovered during the last day and what little of today has been in existance that I really have a full head and an empty mouth. I have all these things in my head, oozing back and forth. But none can come out in words. Of course, I keep trying any way, but I should just give up, because it’s obviously impossible. I am forever drafting letters and blogposts in my head, and this inability to do so for the items in my brain now distresses me.

I really like the last paragraph of ‘People, People, People…’

I need a sign to let me know you’re here,
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know, that things are gonna look up,
‘Cause I feel I’m drowning in a sea spilled from a cup…

When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head,
When you feel the world shake from the words that are said…

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels

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