I'm Courtney, I am a failure at Science Fiction and an ace at pop culture. I can't keep a rhythm, but I don't miss a beat. I'm alright. Sigur Ros is ultimate and Lettuce is vomit inducing. I prefer Vinyl to Cd's.
I have good intentions, but they are wearing thin.
It's that time.
AIM=wompwompmeow
"I had to pass through some road construction, and it suddenly occurred to me that there would always be road construction- not always on this particular road, but somewhere. There will never be a point in my lifetime when all the highways are fixed. It's theoretically plausible that my closest friend might someday abandon me for no reason whatsoever, but it's completely impossible to envision a day where I could drive from New York to California without hitting roadwork somewhere along the way. It will always exsist, and there is nothing I can do about it. And for the first time, that reality made me sad."
"Courtney thats what's good about you. You know you have giant penises in your ears"
The family
