more time-capsule swooning

I love digging through and re-discovering my formative music. No really -- this is good. Not even bottleimp will make fun of me for it.

Check out the disoriented, messy, drunk sound. I could stare at Toni Halliday for hours on end, except that right around 2:45, I nearly pass out:

It's just a little too late
It's never enough to swallow those pills
Now I'm sick
Now I'm sick...

film and exercise

I think Mulholland Drive is better than it comes across, somehow. I want it to be, anyway.

( exercise )