It's rainy, I'm insanely hung over and eight shades of miserable, so this day needs some LIGHTS. I just RSVP'd to a SXSW party featuring her and some other awesome-but-not-worthy-of-stealing-this-LIGHTS-post people (Anya Marina, Soft Pack), so there is hope. I leave for Texas in 21 days. God damned if I return.
Maybe LIGHTS will fall in love with me and whisk me away to a far off land of synthesizers, ice cream and kittens. Didn't happen at the Middle East last year but evs.