May 4th, 2004


the Beatles.

I don't like the Beatles. I never have, and likely, never will. There's no particular reason, but the fact that sll their albums now play like a collection of commercials doesn't help. That and an old girlfriend of mine had a picture of the Beatles in her room: it was a black and white profile photo of the five of them in their youthful glory, and she had hung over the head of the bed.

Occasionally, during sex, I'd catch her looking at it.