23 is too old to have Fall Out Boy make sense in your life.
Other things make sense, but after awhile, the music of your youth isn't supposed to. Kind of like when you're little and you're convinced that there are monsters under your bed or that you really are royalty from another galaxy.
I'm trying to make less sense. There's this song by Why? called "The Hollows" and I keep having to listen to it twice when it comes on. My favorite part:
This goes out to dirty dancing,
cursing, back masking,
back-slidden pastors’ kids.
(From behind bars it’s not
so hard to see he’s risen)
And all us Earth-Growths;
Some planted, some pulled.
(But nobody finds God
and then goes to prison.)
Mostly the part about the dirty dancing back-slidden pastors kids. That's me. Mostly the dirty dancing and the cursing.
I keep meaning to decipher how I come accross to other people. The sound of my voice (speaking and singing, because I seem to do a lot of both), my actual speed of movements (vs. the percieved speed), the little subtle things that I only occasionally catch that make me heartbreakingly endearing or eye gougingly maddening.
Anybody want to pay me to be me?
Places I would not mind relocating to, USA edition:
Chicago
Austin
Minneapolis/St. Paul
New Orleans
St. Louis
Memphis
Detroit* (*stipulation being that I have a bloody super kickass job. Fat chance though. In a few years?)
The south is not as dirty as I thought.
Its the springtime of my life. I have the weather to prove it.
xoxo
>K<