Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs.
Fuck that, this isn’t a chick flick. Here’s a few quick songs that various people you don’t know will get, with a little message to them that they won’t read…
This was our soundtrack to last winter when we both practically lived in my car. To date the only song like this that I’ve ever sang along to while acting like Thelma and Louise. I turn it off whenever I hear the opening few bars now partly because I’ve listened to it so many times, and partly because it reminds me of a specific time that I don’t want the memory of tarnished by ruining it with today’s thoughts.
Alright yeah, I admit it, not all of The Beatles songs are shite and they do have some redeeming qualities. The lot of us blaring it out while breaking my speakers was nice. And ruining my voice for a few days after it, cheers.
The old ice skating we used to go to back when we were kids and all those hormones first started kicking in with the lot of us. The big circle round the outside and the middle section where the DJ. I got thrown out once because one of the teenagers tried to kick me with his skates on so I reached up as high as I could to smack him for it and got caught.
Coming through your really shitty tinny phone speakers while we both lay in the scud on your bed because your CD player was fucked and having the TV on annoyed. How in the hell did this become our post-coital soundtrack?
Starting from around a minute in when the vocals begin, this was playing on my stereo and as my ringtone when I waited with bated breath for you to text or reply online. Didn’t realise the Freudian lyrics until much later on. You were the first of a new era, and a harsh lesson I’m glad I learned early on.
Just… what the hell was I doing? What were we doing? We weren’t exactly friendly or intimate, yet there we were spending a fuckton of time together when there was absolutely no reason to. Christ am I glad that’s over. You’re fucked up brain spread hen.
A Reminder Of Fatness 
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