I just watched The Virgin Suicides (excuse the cliche) for the first time. It's left me with this crazy feeling...I haven't felt like this in a long time. I feel as if my insides are more dominant then ever...so hard to explain. Immediately after watching I saw this editorial of Irina. I think it acted as a cigarette would after a good lay... I can feel the pitter patter of my heart and I'm longing for some TLC. Who knows, maybe this is the 4th Coke Zero playing tricks on me.