Book reviews, film anaylses, and general hysterics from a waitress turned historian.
Friday, October 18, 2013
You Know Blue Moon
Money is beyond tight. I have yet to find a job. And my car is quite literally coming apart at the seams: clogged air conditioning line, problems accelerating, check engine light flashing, a broken shifter, and my bumper is duct-taped to onto the frame. Oh, and my great uncle died today. Peachy. The hits just keep on coming and I am left wondering at what point do I take to the streets and start screaming? The human mind can only endure so many traumas, so says, Jasmine (see above), a woman who rambles nonsensically to herself and anyone who will listen, mumbling: "Blue moon was playing...you know blue moon."