ode to pavement

oh, pavement, oh stephen malkymus. i listened to you a lot when i was sick. therefore you remind me of winter '05, the scent of jasmine, fuzzy pink floyd shirts, and fuzzy mocassins. (SP?) stephen malkmus is like my american indie boyfriend. i fall asleep to crooked rain, crooked rain (la's desert origins) all the freaking time, and i want a range life. plus, i love american water. of course that's the silver jooos. but who cares, i love malkmus' voice with berman's. yay.