According to Joe, apparently some dudes would “never date a girl who listens to Best Coast” because she basically sings solely about her cat and getting stoned and how much guys suck. I don’t know, that kind of sounds like the life of every 20-something girl I know, so I hope these anti-Best Coast dudes are down to date cougars or something. Like anti/post/pseudo/whatever feminists Carrie Bradshaw and Liz Lemon, Best Coast helps me to accept the crazy in myself, but they also illuminate an upside: while sometimes I feel rather insane, I know that I will never be crazy enough to move to Paris for a dude or hang an unnecessary wedding dress on my unused treadmill.
1. It’s overwhelming how much I hate everything but you.
2. I wanna stay with you but I can’t because I gotta go to work.
3. Hop on a plane, come back and see me, I promise I won’t be such a brat.
4. Want to hate you but then I kiss you, want to kill you but then I’d miss you.
5. I remember lookin’ out the window, thinkin’ I can’t believe I’m leaving.
6. Well, I don’t love you, and I don’t hate you, I don’t know how I feel.
7. I want to go back to the first time, the first place.
8. I wish you would tell me how you really feel, but you’ll never tell me, ‘cuz that’s not our deal.
9. Last night I went out with this guy, he was nice, he was nice and cute, but he wasn’t you.
10. I miss my mom, I wish my cat could talk.
*And by my high school diary I mean this blog.