Too much 1994

This is what happens when I putter around the apartment too much. Everything seems to talk to me. On a more technical note, the commenty-thing seems to work now, and you don't have to fill in a zillion checkboxes to tell me how awesome I am.

That's it, I'm getting out of here before something stupid happens.


Luna, from Siamese Dream

What moonsongs
Do you sing your babies?
What sunshine do you bring?

Who belongs
Who decides who's crazy
Who rights wrongs where others cling?

I'll sing for you
If you want me to
I'll give to you
And it's a chance I'll have to take
And it's a chance I'll have to break

I go along
Just because I'm lazy
I go along to be with you

And those moonsongs
That you sing your babies
Will be the songs to see you through

I'll hear your song
If you want me to
I'll sing along
And it's a chance I'll have to take
And it's a chance I'll have to break

I'm in love with you...etc