my fingertips are holding on to the cracks in our foundations

Dear most boys whom I know,

Most of you are such uncaring-about-others assholes sometimes. You care about yourselves and your loneliness so much that you neglect to think our feelings and how we feel when you a) hit us inappropriately, and b) when two seconds later you're off doing the same thing to another girl, one of our friends. It's gross and degrading and it actually hurts us sometimes. Just because we don't go around throwing ourselves at you or touching you inappropriately doesn't mean we aren't lonely. it just means we won't settle for the first attractive thing that comes our way. We're in it for the long haul, something that we consider worth while, NOT some bullshit, this person is drunk so I guess i should. Leave us alone, or at least, be gentlemen. Ask us to dance instead of just grabbing us and practically molesting us. Don't touch us inappropriately. Don't ask us to sit on your laps or kiss you or touch your hair or the material that your pants is made of. If we aren't already doing it, we don't want to be. AND, if you ask us to do one of these things and there is a little bit of hesitation IT MEANS WE ARE SUPER RELUCTANT TO DO IT AND REALLY DON'T WANT TO BE!!! Please, for the sake of our sanity and our pride, BACK OFF. If we want you, we'll let it be known.

marmar

Anyways, with that said, Kate Nash, my new musical best friend. Her lyrics aren't great, but they aren't terrible either, and i just feel really happy, and also really into fall whenever i listen to her.

This is all I have to say this evening.
ciao