(to question is to grow)

PMS + watching the series finale of a show in which one is immensely emotionally invested + the flawlessly bittersweet nature of said finale = bad, bad combination. Bad. I love (haha. ha.) how my version of PMS doesn't involve crankiness, just a tendency to react in violently intense ways to FICTIONAL PEOPLE. Remind me to tell you the embarrassing story about me & my collection of BSG fanvids. Yeah.

In honour of Fahye's Hormones, Which Have A Great Gift For Timing, I present to you three songs which currently have the power to reduce me to a wobbly emotional wreck. (Hurrah, musical masochism! Don't worry. It's largely context. I promise they're all amazing songs and Mostly Harmless for the innocent listener.)

Vienna Teng - City Hall
Era - Madona
Heather Small - Proud

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schiarire: Watch, I will wake up and find you have not in fact done the meme, but have instead posted a list of damning personal quirks which you observed in my nature over a period of three weeks.

WELL, NOW I'M TEMPTED, AREN'T I?

Luckily for Ji, I like talking about myself more than I like talking about others. Sometimes.

( If you knew me in person, you would know that... )