You think I can’t hear you
But I really can, and I’d rather not.
One of my favorite things do to while out and about in transit is to have headphones on, but nothing playing. And sometimes when I’m feeling incredibly randy, I’ll just have headphones on and have them plugged into my pocket. Right. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Headphones are kinda like stop signs. You can stop and pick your nose your at me, or you can ‘California Roll’ right through and ask if I want an issue of Free Spirit. Fuck off and let me cry a little inside while I listen to Kelly Clarkson.
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