Archive for March, 2010

You win, Gaga.

I will buy your albums in their entirety. You fucking win, bitch. Happy?

I feel some kinda way about love.

It’s a funny thing that, once you’re in, you’re all the way gone, until one day you’re out. But while you’re in you look at the adored, and everything is right. Well, everything except the tiny, back-of-mind fear of the if/when it all goes wrong. “I keep waiting for the bomb to drop, you know? […]