everybody knows

Ryan Adams, is my new infatuation. An expensive one at that. To start, I made a serious dent on my itunes budget trying to find all of the songs I could that caught my interest in the 20 second (or so) clip. This didn’t work as much of a sift, because all of his songs are rad. After listening to him as backdrop tunes to my domestic life, I was determined to be able to play him while I was driving. Thus began my three hour "Spring Wireless" experience, which ended in a forty dollar media card. Since then I have burned his Easy Tiger album three times, and spent a good five dollars at least on extra gas trying to finish the current song.

I consider myself beyond frugal. 

He is worth abandoning habit.

I want to love so hard when I listen. I want to be infatuated and heartbroken and self-deprecating in the name of love.

 I am not in a relationship. I have not felt the pain of ending a relationship since the summer after my high school junior year, when I was broken up with at a coffee shop and couldn’t stop crying for long enough to be able to drive the ten minute drive to my house. Little me downed jager bombs with the sole intent of having the courage to drunk dial, cut off my hair and dyed it black, and wrote long (pathetically desperate) emails about my feelings on a weekly basis. (poor guy). Since then it’s been pretty smooth sailing. I haven’t been the one left behind since then, nor have I put much into any (more-than-plutonic) relationship.

Now, of course, isn’t the time to change this. I am more than occupied with a school curriculum that could be described as nothing less than life-consuming, but Ryan Adams’ lyrics on heartbreak are turning my blood in a way that makes me want to jump in to love and get totally fucked up.
You should really listen.