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people who say i'm hard to buy for obviously don't know where to buy beer| [::..guestbook..::] |
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| :: Read It :: Sign It :: |
| [::..archive..::] |
| [::..current listening pleasures..::] |
| :: superchunk - majesty shredding[>] |
| :: spoon - transference[>] |
| :: arcade fire - the suburbs[>] |
| [::..daily bibles..::] |
| :: portastatic [>] |
| :: i good music listens [>] |
| :: laugh dammit [>] |
| :: web comix[>] |
| :: c41 [>] |
| :: technophiles [>] |
| :: mass time wasters [>] |
| :: tiny mix tapes [>] |
| :: pitchfork [>] |
| :: mind the gap [>] |
:: Tuesday, June 21, 2005 ::
For All The Good It Has Done Me....(0) comments
Today was the final transition of...What was the point of that! A full time position back at my former place of employment. The joyous roundabout of a destitute life selling steel with very little meaning. Gone has all my energy and zest when I was able to write witty mutterings of passing celebrities and the (b)anal English folk. The joy of travelling and the beauty of language. I now read sociology text books, have a car that is about to completely conk out (give me a packed train going underground anytime so I could follow a pretty face to catch a glimpse of and be hopeful that the pretty girl I saw yesterday at Clapham South will be on my carriage again today), a blue bath with a dribble of water pressure...ok perhaps I have gone too far. Well at least I still have comfort in beer and a guitar now. World stardom beckons. Salute
:: Simon 8:51 PM [+] ::
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