lazy sunday filled with curling up on the couch watching movies and playing Simpson’s Life.

also, discovering music from my old stomping ground of albuquerque. the shins. haunting melodies, overdosed lyrics, sweet electric guitars. check out New Slang. this song reminds me of sitting in my parent’s basement when i was little watching a slide show of colorado. all the beautiful fields of forsythia gently swayed against the wind. my mother’s face, soft and beautiful and her eyes brown, round and warm. and the smell of her skin. almost makes me cry. makes me hate that i have disappointed them. makes me wish i had my mom here.

and a certain ghost will appreciate, if anything, the lyrics to Caring Is Creepy. but if the ghost is who i think he is, he will be good to get the album. or atleast let me mail him a copy. it’s good traveling music.