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8/29/2004 - DON'T LET THE WALLS CAVE IN ON YOU.
Consider this the Potpourii post. None of it relates to the rest. 'Cept this. GregThePaladin: Seriously. You're acting like me. GregThePaladin: What's wrong? Basement Jaxx is still good, no matter how many timesi listen to this. Techno is always better when you have to pee. I have this jacket. This jacket is my favorite jacket, not only because of how fucking comfortable it is, but we've been through some shit, man. And we're gonna rock it one last time, because I prolly won't be able to fit it after that. Here's hoping w're gonna have one last great fall-winter-early spring together. ...Huh. My horroscope seems to be oddly accurate. "It's good to have a purpose and a plan, but not to the point where you get tunnel vision. Broaden your perspective and take a look at what's been happening out there in the great world. Other forward-thinking individuals will be pleased by your efforts to meet them halfway. Even as you open your eyes, you'll find your heart opening as well. Feeling the connection with someone isn't enough. You want to learn more. Before you know it, you're caught up in a different quest. That seems to be your current cosmic assignment." Hmm. Anyway. I might possibly go see Napoleon Dynamite tomorrow. Expect to see a review on that! It's fucking frigid inside, and outisde, it's fucking humid as a dead moose rotting in the sun. I'm stuck, you see, between the two, neither option being favorable. Purgatory between them is the only thing that is worse than either extreme. EVERYBODY DANCE NOW! GONNA MAKE YOU SWEAT 'TILL YOU BLEED! GONNA MAKE YOU PAY THE PRICE TO MOVE THE DICE I'M MO' PROCISE! LET THE MUSIC TAKE CONTROL! LET THE RHTYM MOVE THROUGH YOU! And then it goes into Mr. Vain by Culture Beat, and I can't understand a damn word. FREE KEVIN! Yeah. And now i'm all rambly. But that was the point. It's sad that i've been listening to German techno for only a year now, and i've already subconsciously created a dance routine to go along with the first minute of this song. I should be ashamed. WHAT THE HELEN OF TROY IS THAT? DID I HEAR YOU SAY MY RHYMES IS PHAT? And i'm done. my mind called in sick //Greg::12:33 AM EST\ # | |
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