You love blow and I love coke

There’s a line in an Amy Winehouse song where I thought she said, You love blow and I love coke, in reference as to why some relationship would never work. I fucking loved that line. I thought it was hilarious and clever and totally wino. For some reason I decided to look up the lyrics; my world came crashing down when I read that the line is actually, You love blow and I love puff. It just doesn’t catch me the same way. I still sing You love blow and I love coke, though, I mean c’mon, it’s a gem.

In more music opinion news let’s talk some Fall Out Boy. I’ve previously mentioned my juvenile taste in music. If I were friends with 14 year olds I’d be their god. I know all the music and I can buy them alcohol. Man, I am so cool. Anywhoo, I really like their older stuff. God how cliche, everyone’s older stuff is better. If it weren’t, what would all the douches of the world be in to? Yeah yeah yeah everyone’s better when no one has heard of them, except when they’re not. I am so into “Pretty in Punk.” it is just so bad, it’s like I made it. Maybe that’s why I play it on repeat during my commute. I dunno, who’s to say.

Loving music makes me want to put shit-tons of black eyeliner on and bite my nails by candlelight. Especially Dashboard. Good god.

Nail polish is all The Millionizer needs to ruin your table