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



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23:54 + 12.04.2008 = chess with god and 2007: the year punk broke my heart.

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work: i'm at 38.23 hours for the work week. overtime [which we're not allowed] begins at 40hours. i have one 8hour shift left of the work week.

yuck.

but the extra money will be good... since i spent my minnesota tax refund on a long-overdue trip to the electric fetus, overpriced spirits from the local liquorstore and the most non-plussing of "trendy" gaybars [jetset].

non sequitir: i said some of the most offensive things i've ever said today. luckily, i managed to do-so in the presence of people that get my humour.

and the only one worth saying... [solely because it surely will end up on a tasteless t-shirt] "midgets: god's pawns."

it made my date nearly piss his pants.

terrible. terrible. terrible. [but sickly funny.] [[now come back to me.]]

musics!
used:
arctic monkeys, "favourite worst nightmare."
mouthful of bees, "the end." [impulse purchase, not that fond.]
hot chip, "made in the dark." [the only band whose promise underwhelms my bestfriend whilst simultaneously exceeding my expectations.]

new:
breeders, "mountain battles." [cos that new pixies album will never see the light of day. that... AND kelley deal was once my neighbour.]
los campesinos!, "hold on now, youngster..." [yay! a full length!!]
born ruffians, "red, yellow and blue." [impulse. delicious!]
kathleen edwards, "asking for flowers." [finally!! [[on my part. been too lazy and/or poor to pick it up prior.]]
tapes 'n tapes, "walk it off." [though, i could've just walked over and asked them for a copy... they live a couple blocks away. or at least did. i don't know... did they move?? are they oh-so-big now??? good for them. unlike other bigtime local, bon iver... they didn't steal my schtick.]

but yeah... "god's pawns."

all the good tunes in the word won't save me from that special place in hell where i'll be forced to do data entry to the sound of muzak whilst having my elbows lewdly carassed by little people wearing clown masks... for an eternity.

[[but if it makes it onto a t-shirt... i get royalties.]]

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