the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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4:45 p.m. + 2005-02-02 = the metaphoric odor of moby.

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not to carry on and on and on about 89.3 The Current...

but on the drive home from djp's, this morning, the dj said...and i QUOTE.... "Why am I talking about Moby? Well, I'm going to play some new Moby. And in my opinion, it's kinda stinky. but who knows, maybe there'll be enough support to get it on the playlist." [assumed eyeroll.]

then i switched the station cos i didn't want to hear moby.

afterall... it's probably "kinda stinky."


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