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SOUNDTRACK TO A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN

tell me again to lose weight. i dare you. let’s go to sleep angry. i’ll lie there fuming for an hour before i get up to smoke and then curl up on the couch. tell me again that i’m just crazy, i’ll start to believe it. i could tell you to look for work, but i won’t. it’s okay, i’ll pick up the groceries, i’ll make dinner, i’ll deal with being yelled at for not turning on the fan on a hot drunken night, i’ll try to pretend that the things that hurt me never did while you sit in front of the tv and i bite my tongue so that we don’t have to scream any more than we already do. yeah, i’ll go for drinks because it’s friday and i’ll think we’re good until we pass the point of not fighting anymore and storm home silently and steaming. but you know, i’m just crazy. i make it all up, it’s in my head and you’re just AOK and we could be AOK if i weren’t a lunatic. it’s alright, the couch is yours by day and mine by night.

SOUNDTRACK TO A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN

and i was staring at myself in the mirror, job is a fart, life is a fart, who am i? this is the question. the recently deceased poly styrene is screeching in my ears, saxophones goin’ and the guitar makes me feel like my grandmother’s synchronized swimming team is doing a special performance. i’m in the middle and they’ve got their gorgeous gorgeous smiles plastered on as they cut me down with chain saws all coordinated and shit. sorry i’m a disappointment, should’ve at least participated in intramurals but my hand eye coordination sucks and i run like a gimpy tyrannosaur.

About the image: My wonderfully talented friend Taj took my vision and made it a reality. THE BRAINCHILD OF TWO INCREDIBLY DISTURBED FUCKOS.

Thank you, and remember: XANAX IS A FUCKING LIE!

-b. ada

SOUNDTRACK TO A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN

Hey guys. As I was walking home from work, just having my afternoon nervous breakdown…when all of a sudden the dramatic sound of Abba’s NUMBAH ONE hit started pouring through my busted headphones.

As sweat dripped down my legs and tears streamed from my eyes and down my acne eaten face, I thought “This is it, things can’t get any worse”. And then came the strangely epic/tragic pounding of the piano keys. I looked at the children happily running down Vanderbilt, I observed the birds flitting from tree to tree. And I fucking broke. I broke to the warbling of Sweden’s most color coordinated disco group of the 1970’s.

Welcome to that series of blog posts where I choose songs for you to completely lose your mind to.

Sit back, relax, and tear your hair out for a while as you stare blankly at a wall.

Besos!

b. ada