whatever, tatyahna

A recent conversation with THIS GUY made me realize what a permanent staple The Smiths are in my life. Ever since my first discovery of them in 6th grade, The Smiths have been my go to band for fixing every problem that I’ve come across in my adolescent and early adult life.

This said, as a very emotional and temperamental woman who takes everything as the end of the world my Smiths records get a lot of play. This changes here, as an experiment to see what will happen when I have to turn elsewhere when I get in a “ugh I just need to listen to Meat is Murder” kind of moods.

Every failed date, every wistful romance, every insomniac night, every rainy day, I will turn elsewhere. This means no Smiths, no Morrissey solo, no Death Cab Smiths Covers, nothing.

I’ll record weekly how this goes. I’m sure there will be highs and there will be lows, mostly lows and see what happens when The Smiths aren’t around to be the bandage and I have to actually face life without staring at my ceiling singing the words to “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now”