Sometimes I forget that I love Johnny Greenwood. It's like when you forget how much you love your mother or your handwriting or the rabbit you had all those years ago, all so much a piece of your quilt that you take the stitch for granted. There's not a constant drama and we gage our lives by drama. The quiet days are rarely appreciated unless they follow an exceptionally loud week.
But anyway, Johnny Greenwood, who I love.
Currently: In Portland. For: Tiffany's wedding. Eyes: Are red with no sleep. So: bed will happen soon. After: I drink water and brush my teeth.
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