"proof that love's not only blind, but deaf"

Because I don't want to hear it!

This banner is slightly disconcerting to me. Sounds like global domination.

I could love you like Eve, before she got all ashamed
Eve is the transition between happy day and dark night

-It was flattering and heart-wrenching. I want it with a smile.
-It was flattering and sweet, and an infatuation is what I need.

I was shakin' those white girls hips for you (until the black girls started dancing).

I felt like an idiot at robotics when I finally got the reference, "Like Frankie said, 'I did it my way.'" Seriously?! I'd previously put conscious thought into wondering who Frankie was.

Press my buttons. Turn me on. Flip the switch. I try using my imagination, but I think I'm getting to be a guy, where I need visual stimulation. I hate it when female porn stars fake pleasure. Or say things.

Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon

Shit, the Pixies are good and I keep forgetting they exist. They're another band that "fit," even if you don't like their sound.

Doughnuts are toroidal.

If I ever write a short story about segregating individuals from a mass into groups "adjective" and "not adjective," the person doing the sorting will be named Maxwell.

[Edit: Oh hipster blog, your sad and apathetic musings are rarely for me, but damn, that is right on for every girl with a cell phone.]