Didn’t wake up until 8pm yesterday so my sleep schedule is now well and truly fucked and so I am in bed, not tired at all, and Christmas shopping online while catching up on the three episodes of this season of Some Girls I never saw, which was a mistake because in the opening seconds of this episode Holly and Amber are angry because Viva has yet to give them a “detailed description” of her new boyfriend’s dick, which is unfair considering Amber provided “pictures. And a movie. And a Powerpoint!” on her ex’s.
Basically I wish there were more shows like Some Girls for teenage girls.
Fond memories of walking around Center City, specifically Chinatown, with a bunch of friends right after Kathy watched this far and we were a little ways back from the rest of the group and we yelled at each other “’No one writes songs about the ones that come easy’! UGH!!!” in the freezing rain while everyone else gave us looks like we were crazy.
And then like two weeks later Rekha and Claire started watching it and we never got weird looks ever again.
I’m still amazed that Sondre Lerche went from being my high school sweetheart musician my freshman year, to a couple of shaky years following that with an equal number of hits (Phantom Punch) and misses (Duper Sessions), before a total slump in the years I should have been in college that genuinely made me question his talent (“Words and Music” which is the absolute worst song he’s ever done), only to totally rebound with his self-titled album and the random singles following it that prove right now he is actually a better musician than he’s ever been. Good on you, Sondre. I will actually know to never doubt you again because the last few years have been so fruitful and I’m sorry I didn’t trust you, I was wrong, forgive me, you’re perfect.