Welcome To My Bed

Magic morsel #42, teenage dreams.

I love the shit out of this song before I'd ever swallowed a drop of liquor, probably sometime around sixth or seventh grade.

It makes a lot of sense that my first boyfriend and 2002 Ben Kweller had pretty much the same aesthetic.

And then this is what I'll pretend actually happened to me when I got to legal drinking age, mostly because this turn towards real cold is making me long some beach time like nothing else. As much as I adore fall, I will always be such a sucker for late summer and all that windows-down, bare legs, bare feet, seedy motel kind of adventure.