Wow is it work intensive to try to start up a new laptop with Vista on it.
It's taken me an hour to get to the point where I can post on live journal.
Whenever I'm really stressed I like to listen to Knocking on Heaven's Door as played by Guns N Roses in Chicago.
This really bothers Rome Girl in a couple ways:
1. When I get in this mood I want to play it like 5 or six times in a row.
2. She thinks it's a song about suicide and that terrifies her.
I wish there was a way I could convince her that it's simply a song that I like and that makes me happy when I'm sad.
That said, my shrink and I have talked bunches about my obsession with this song, so who the fuck knows. Maybe I shouldn't play it.
The agreement we have now is that I'll wear headphones.