Mood » weird Music » The Cure, "All Cats are Grey"
I have decided that it's time to end the slipbucketlove era. I love that name; it's clever, nostalgic. But it's come to fit this place more like a glove than a name, and how well it suits -- I feel like it's really time to move past clay and into something more advanced. Like sculpting with marble. Because I don't want my love to get to that slip-thirsty state ever again. It's like I'm jinxing this, like singing a song about dying in a car wreck while I am driving.