Most certainly I'm where I'm supposed to be

No matter now if the compass fails again
Cause in your love I've built a home

This song is stuck in my head. Like, jammed the fuck in there like that guy who got the pole stuck in his head but lived but was really mad all the time. Or something. The video is kind of dumb I think, but I am viewing it through the lens of a really very intense Susan Sarandon and Geena Davis love/foreverimpressiononmysoul from watching Thelma & Louise forty-hundred times during my formative years. Also the lens of not really getting/liking trance music but when your boyfriend's friend gives him free tickets to see whoever-and-such at MSG you go, I guess, and you try not to hate it. Even though those "free tickets" cost you a lipstick and a chapstick and three lighters because of drug smuggling even though you weren't smuggling lip-moistening drugs at all, although maybe you would've if it'd occurred to you, but it didn't, but anyway you still smell other people's drug smoke during the concert and you are bitter not because of their poor life choices but because of your three-dollar chapstick and the fact that you are not a better liar.

Sometimes instead of writing nasty emails that really need to be written because WHO DOES ANYBODY THINK THEY ARE? I look at youtube for a long time and fake-blog about concerts I went to weeks ago. Maybe just will stroke the keyboard for a while. j lskad jelkdafs.xzc'ad that's better.