Last night we had tv night at my house and I watched a movie while my friends farted around on their iphones playing games and looking at Instagram. The movie was about a dude who broke up with his lady and how sad he was about it. Not recommended. There was cake and Llorca licked the icing off the leftovers when I wasn't looking.
I went to get my glasses adjusted today and the store owner, who is always very chatty and personable gave me a hug when I walked in. Like a big serious squeezy hug. I barely hug my closest friends so that made me uncomfortable. He asked about my name change and told me I looked really great and asked if I was doing yoga. Creepy, right? He also gave me another hug when I left. It was weird but at least my glasses aren't falling off my face anymore.
Did you know there's a genre of music called Funeral Doom? I had no idea. It's very slow with heavy guitars and low growling. Definitely not as bad as I thought it would be. Thank you, Pitchfork.
Tomas Barfood - November Skies
Polica: Live at SXSW
Little Dragon: Sunshine