I’ve been listening to a lot of Sisters, Cure, and Smiths lately. It tends to make me miss being eighteen and/or a freshman in college, but I think I’ve mentioned that before. It seems kind of bizarre to me now that I used to get all gothed up just to go to classes - I can barely be bothered to pluck my eyebrows before I go to work these days, but I distinctly remember breaking out the fishnets and big boots just to go sit in a lecture hall. I guess I wasn’t getting up at 5am then, but still.