the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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00:55 + 13.01.2007 = i should be sleeping.
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i have v. little to say at the moment.
1. i'm ridiculously happy.
2. i'm finding it rather infathomable the prospect of spending a night alone in my bed [thus, i'm here in the barkeep's flat... to which he might not be aware... but i've made sure to leave my shoes with a note attached to them at the top of the spiral-stair.]
3. my top 20 albums of 2006 list has been expanded to top 40, or perhaps even 50... not sure yet... but since the rules of the mixtape consortium clearly state that i have until my birthday to post said-list... i ain't postin' it 'tils tomorrow.
4. columbia house/bmg... have they regrouped/reformed? are they back on the prowl? i have received a piece of post saying that for the price of beyonce's latest album i can get [what appears to be] 12 discs [[probably of my own choosing]] [[[from their vast catalogue of 80s, 90s, and current adult contemporary artists and/or has beens.
5. i don't think i've ever been so put-off by alone time. which is quite extraordinary. considering that i invented reclusivity in 1985 and until recently have been the paragon of such. but oh well.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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