I feel like a shipmate lost at sea. The bed floats me from this island to my new destination on the island of brooklyn. The sun is hot and the days are restless and all I can do is wait for the absolution of my voyage.
I am only equipped with my memories and my dreams. Where will this sturdy bed take me today?
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So I was reading over some of my recent posts and damn, I don't proofread.
I should, but I don't. Mainly because I write my posts inbetween projects at work and when I see someone important come along I lose track of what I was doing an just write whatever and send it off into the Internet world. I hope no important writing people read this and go "how does this illiterate asshole plan on becoming a writer with this terrible grammar?"
Moving day in T-minus 4 days.
Muffin Films
You need to watch these in order to have a proper education about muffins.
Big Bunny
Sometime in my youth (when I was 16), I got into these films by this woman. I think they're hilarious. The muffins are ok, but the gold is in Big Bunny. I suggest you watch a few especially "Red" and "The Turnip King".
Do it. I'm not going to go through youtube for you for everything. You need to do some of the work. Gosh.
I've been listening to a lot of this "disco fever" music in the bars and lounges that I go to for an evening to dancing. It's not really my forte since I'm a sad lonely girl who listens to sad lonely music all the time (it's what I grew up on. While it makes other people sad, it makes me...neutral).
Anyway, as I listen to these trance/techno/disco beats I came to the realization that all these songs are the most annoying songs in the world and don't deserve to be considered music. However, you end up listening to it in the clubs and bars and lounges and you can't just help dancing. Better to dance than to listen on your ipod because I'm pretty sure you will want to kill people if you do.
Here is a visual/audio list of all the annoying songs I've been hearing lately:
And anything by Daft Punk.
Someone at my cable company hates me. My internet has been down all day which means no of the following:
-stalking people
-writing in my blog
-watching youtube videos
-applying for jobs
-keeping up with the joneses
Speaking of jobs, I think I finally made a decision to what kind of position I would want. I definitely know I want to work with books but I don't like the big corporate office on 5th ave in manhattan.
Eventually I'll finish the novel. Its a really interesting process. You try to maintain one type of voice throughout the novel, but you always forget. My novel reads like something profound and then I lose it and it becomes something from a young teen romance novel.
Its complicated that's all I can say. I put things in boxes and then I took it out and put them back in but only did it halfway leaving a massive pile of books on the floor.
The 4th is going to be an interesting weekend. I remember where I was last 4th of july. I think the best part of last 4th was that I didn't have to think about anything. I could sit back on the docks and watch the water. I didn't have to worry about work or school or my future. It was beautiful.
There is something about vacations that really make me happy. I think its because we don't have to be in the stressful environment of our lives.
I always try to make my weekends into little mini vacations. I don't have to think about work and I can go out and explore the city without having to deal with any obligations.
I think if I lived my life and thinking about work every moment of my life I would kill myself. Sometimes, I think that I'm in some foreign country and hanging out and taking a break. Good thing I'm moving to greenpoint. I get to pretend I live in poland every day.
Its about to rain again. Hopefully I'll have internet soon and show you more photos.
For now, night.
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The night was interesting. I had a "sleepover" with a friend of mine who I just talk to all the time. I put quotes over the word because I didn't really sleep. We jut talked the entire night. It's a weird feeling to have a friend like that who understands and is going through the same thing as I am.
Anyway, I got caught in the rain twice while hanging out in Greenpoint. I have got the lease for the apartment and we will be moving in next weekend. I'm excited and seriously happy about it.
Caught in the rain x1
The road of my new apartment building.
Then I watched some kids break dancing for free. Apparently you had to pay $5 to get in. I paid free.
Then the rains came...
Got caught in the rain x2
Sable came up with the theory that being an "old soul" is just another way of saying that you're arrogant.
And I responded, "I'm an old soul."
She quickly rebutted, "No, you're not."
And for the longest time I thought I was an old soul, but I actually took the time to Internet it right now and even though I fit some of these standards, I don't fit all. I always think when people give a list of standards you must be to be this type of person, you need to be all of them or you're not anything close to what they're describing.
So I had done my research, and here is the description of someone with an "old soul":
Who thought it was a good idea to make the NY Times Crossword puzzle extremely difficult? I remember when I used to care about the news and I used to read the newspaper that I could never get myself to do the crossword puzzle -mainly because I was scared shitless of it.
I saw this one woman on the bus this morning going through the puzzle with a mechanical pencil and her iPod. I think those are the tools of the trade. If you want to get something done, you'll need a mechanical pencil and good tunes.
While I watched this woman write and erase away all her answers, I thought how great it would be if the crossword puzzle was actually a mini quiz of what was in the newspaper that day. Then I remembered back in school how much I hated those damn quizzes professors would assign after you had to read fifty chapters of War and Peace. It's just unfair!
I also remembered that I could never get through the entire NY Times in a day. It would usually take me a full hour on the train there, the few hours I had of break time between classes, the one hour home, and then the few hours I spent slacking off and not doing my reading assignments to finish the entire newspaper from cover to cover. If I were to do that, and then tackle the NY Times Crossword Puzzle I think I could do it in pen and in ten minutes.
But no, because The New York Times loves to watch those readers struggle with a six-letter word for hand cream.
I'm not the type of girl who relays everything that happened in her day on her blog. You will never see "today, i went shopping with my boyfriend for some lingerie. he giggled when i tried them on over my jeans. it was fun."
No, I'm more about the open and raw emotion that is LIFE! Sorry, for the dramatics, but this is serious. People go on the day and write about things they ate or the funny guy on the street who grazed their boob. No.
Musicians don't go on to write about their girlfriend leaving them. Just like "my girlfriend left me." It's all about the metaphorical meaning and understanding of the song. Where is the artist coming from when he/she wrote the song?
I look at my writing and this blog that way. I say things and I write things down, but there's a much deeper meaning and understanding to it all. There's no upfront answer to a person's emotions. It's all within the depths and caverns of ourselves and sometimes we let them show and sometimes we don't. And when we do let them show, we should be able to show them and the person seeing it should be able to appreciate and accept it not only as the truth but also as a metaphor for something else.
Personal and universal.
This is one of my favorites right now but it doesn't beat out some of the other ones I've been listening to on repeat. This will be my anthem when I go to Brooklyn.
I struggle with the end of my book
Wishing too many times for it to never end.
I wake up to the noise of the city streets buzzing through my ear.
And I put on Devendra Banhart.
And I wish I was there in Thunder Canyon with him.
I stand on busy corners
In parts of the city
And no one can see me.
They only see a passing thing;
Someone waiting for the bus
Or waiting for someone.
They don't see that I may be lost.
And I watch the people pass me
Thinking I'm a passing thing
And our paths are crossed.
Our eyes lock onto each other
We smile or sneer and move on
We connect if only for the smallest amount of time.
And they are out of your life as fast as they entered.
Nothing removes the feeling of loneliness
Better than the feeling of being
Just a passing thing.
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I've been writing a lot.
I've been also writing a lot of poetry in the stream of consciousness. I've never taken a class in poetry and I thought it should never have a scheme or a certain way of writing it.
It should be short and sweet and pleasant (or unpleasant). Anyway, I've been having trouble writing this one poem but right after finishing it I wrote two to three more about the same subject. I'm definitely not going to be showing those off, but I thought it would be nice to show you one of my favorite stanzas from the poem that started it all.
Be gentle because I've got a lot going on this one and I don't want to hear about this and that about my personal life (if you are my friend in real life). It's just one stanza, but it's a great stanza I believe.
The poem is called "He"
There would be mantras hummed
And hymns that are sung
In mourning of our sad little love,
But he will stand forth and shoot out the mouth
That there will be love in the years to come.
The weather is bi-polar. I've been saying it all day and I can't emphasize it enough.
And do you know why I can't emphasize it enough? Because I'm the fool that wore jeans on a day where the weather predicted rain and thunder. So who gets to sweat their ass off? I do.
And on top of that, they decided to save a bit of money today by turning off the air conditioning. So I sit here in my stupid little cubicle with my small cup of water trying to do percentages on an excel worksheet. I sweat my ass off.
Agh.
Don't worry, it's not me. But it's still kinda scary seeing your name there.
So I had written a few posts back about how I got hit on by the vending machine guy.
Well, he has struck again! Luckily for me, I am not the victim of the crime. Instead, it was one of my co-workers whom happens to be blonde and very young. He gives her his business card and also a wink and a wave.
Then ten minutes after he leaves, he calls the office asking for her.
So how come he takes a moment to actually call her and see if he has a chance or if he will become another funny anecdote on the Missed Connections page of craigslist?
Because, my friends, he thought I was married. That's right. He thought I was married!
I have no ring on my finger and I'm pretty damn young to be married (23) unless he was discriminating the fact that we asian people tend to marry at a young age (in like the early 1900's and it were arranged).
So I'm asian and beautiful but I'm married and the Blond girl with as much brights as I have gets a call to the office?
I'm not jealous or anything. I just want to be flattered about my beauty and not accused of being married. That's all I'm saying.
You think you can catch me! You can't! I'm like a cat! A big cat with like claws and stuff that can scratch your eyes out! Don't you even try to look at my computer monitor and see that I'm slacking off because my manager is out today.
Yeah, you think you're so clever! "Going out to lunch". Pfft. We all know what you're up to. Well, at least I know what you're up to and you can't catch me. Why? Because I'm like a big cat with claws the size of tortilla chips and can like...claw at stuff...
Yeah. Victory for me.
I don't know how I came about to hearing this song but it basically just controls me like an evil master plot to take over the world. Except the world is my own.
You're good, you evil scientists and/or person.
This morning, I decided to create an entirely new playlist to add to the small number of playlists I already have. I called it "living life" and decided to put all the songs that reminded me to live, love, and be the girl that I am.
And it turned out to be 62 songs long. I couldn't even take a proper still of it on my mac because it is just too damn big. If I had a much longer time to sit in front of my computer this morning, I think I could have added a bunch more onto this list. I wanted this playlist for the rest of the day and listen to it during work, but I haven't even gotten through the entire thing on a day where I sat the whole time because my back was just aching.
I can't believe I did this. I mean, is it possible to feel life through all these songs? Am I just a huge music geek? I'm pretty eclectic if you take a look at the list, it's got a bunch of different stuff. I have to pride myself in my ability to create a completely eclectic style of music. However, I think the main bulk of what I listen to is pop music. You can splice it and dice it as many ways as you want, but it will always just be pop music.
I remember a while back, I wrote this journal entry about the end of the rock music. It was pretty basic due to the sound and style of music that has been coming out recently on the radio and even in the Indie world. Everyone is influenced from one another and nothing really is truly original. The sound is different and the names of the bands are different but sometimes I get the feeling that it's all the same.
And then i go months listening to the same Neil Young album or something like that until something new captivates my ears. I've always had a pretty good ear for good music. I could have heard of them two years ago and then boom they hit th escene and everyone is listening to them and then I move on to something even bigger.
However, you just can't go wrong with Neil Young.
Back to playlists, I once made a playlist called "Paris" and another called "New York." I was about in the 80's when I realized that I had way too many songs on each list. 1) Because most of my music reminds me of Paris 2) Because most of my music reminds me of New York.
The one thing I cannot stand about people who like music is when they ask 'what kind of music are you into?' Seriously. You want to go for that one?
Ok, enough babbling. Enjoy!
Early last night, I don't know what I did but I pulled my back out.
I was in an atrocious amount of pain and even the slightest movement in the wrong direction made me cry like a woman giving birth.
I spoke with a friend and he told me to sleep on the floor and take some aspirin. I didn't take the aspirin but I did sleep on the floor and it felt like summer again. It reminds me of last summer when I went with this friend to Montauk with my entire family. It wasn't the best trip I've had with him or my best trip to Montauk, but I was in a bad place then. I had just graduated from college and on the path to nowhere so I preyed on the one person I knew would comfort me when I needed comforting and he couldn't deliver the amount of comfort I needed (it was a pretty high standard of comfort. Like something you would sleep on in the Waldorf-Astoria if you ever stayed there). Sadly, that comfort is gone and my standard of comfort has gone down to a Holiday Inn standard.
But last night was down right low. Not only was sleeping on the floor terrible, but it didn't help my back. I'm still in a ton of pain this morning but as long as I sit at some odd angle in my chair and just do my work for the rest of the day, I think I can make it through the work week without any days off.
Also, I slept terribly last night because the pain would be there in every position I slept and I was afraid of water bugs or cockroaches running across my face and laying its eggs in my mouth like something out of The Alien. I can't be the carrier of alien spawn right now. It's just not the right time in my life.
The way I positioned the pillows and things is really odd looking to me. It's like I built a fort. I think I might do that again when I get home tonight if my back is in a better mood.
So yeah, pain in my back. Pain in my ass. Do you see the distinction?
I would play this song aloud, however, there are sleeping beauties crashing on the floor after a night of debauchery (see fig. 1).
The song is pretty soothing so it might not wake her up, but let me get into the song right now.
I don't know how I stumbled across this song, but it's beautiful. It's Arcangelo Corelli's "La Folia"...perhaps some relation to that terrible movie with Nicholas Cage "Captain Corelli's Mandolin". I believe it.
The main feature of this song is that it is a violin concerto. And then it made me think back to my days as a youth playing the violin. If you didn't know, I am a classically trained violinist who could have gone to greater and better things if I had not been so lazy about practicing or getting into other things like fencing...or writing.
But sometimes while I'm waiting for the bus to come rolling down the street, I listen to this song and finger the notes along on my leg. Obviously, I don't know the notes so I fake it a bit but I definitely will make it a goal in my life to track down the sheet music and learn to play it better than the Purcell Quartet or this other girl named Emilie Autumn.
Speaking of Miss Autumn, apparently she is a goth punk violinist whose shows consists of dark lighting and lots of angsty kids who hate their parents for not letting them wear black make up outside of the house. I saw some footage of her playing on stage on Youtube and let me tell you something, the girl has got some skill. She can do what most can do on a guitar and that is: shred.
She shreds a violin! It's amazing!
Don't mind the crazy photos, just listen to the music. So inspiring. Yeah, that photo is terrible. I would have shot her down about her posture it's terrible and that glare isn't really making the boys come callin'.
So listen to what sounds like a guitar shred. And then say to yourself "that's a violin?" And then you will be awestruck as I am and contemplate actually buying the two-disc album on itunes. I think I will. Maybe.
My aunt had bought some tea in Gwang Zhou the last time she went. It's one of those fancy teas that open up when you put hot water to it. You remember the scene from "Marie Antoinette"
Then so we tried it out. Didn't get the full picture but I took some of the blooming stages.
Yay. Tea. Mmmm.
Also, my mom said my poetry was good and express my inner feelings about how I can write a novel. So this is happening: I'm writing a bunch of poems about how I can't write a novel.
Yeah. I guess I shouldn't have told you that. Don't steal my idea!
Is it possible to have the same migraine and neck tension two days in a row? Come on! Like my life isn't hard as it is now I have to deal with a migraine that lasts two days!!!!
I encourage comments on these posts. Please. Yeah, I'm starting to sound a little desperate. Just a nice little "hello! I read your blog!" would be encouraging.
If not, I have a tracker so I will track and hunt you down. I have dogs...with rabies and other nasty disease.
Like Ghonorrhea...or something completely curable but really annoying in the process.
Anyway, here's my song of choice this morning:
I blame "When Harry Met Sally..." for this one.
I suggest not watching this if you've never seen the film. If you haven't and perhaps live in New York and not a crazy person, then you can come over and watch it with me. I'll make popcorn.
I have a migraine. It's monday and I drank my coffee and I ate my lunch but I still have a gnarly migraine. It starts at the back of my head and whenever my neck pivots or moves it surges an irrational amount of pain from the back of my head to the front of my head making sure to hit every nerve and unsettled tumor.
I don't have a tumor, but sometimes with the rate of my headaches I think that I do.
The weatherman said it would rain today. It's 3:51PM and it still hasn't rained. The weatherman is a liar and things look hopeless again.
I'm wearing my glasses and looking at the screen because my eyes are now hurting from staring at two spreadsheets, my email, and the website. However, the pain of my migraine helps me to write ridiculously odd poetry and stories.
And my phone is silent.
And my clothing feels uncomfortable against my skin.
And I want to be laying in bed with the comforting feeling of home.
And I want to sleep with my comforting feeling of home.
Where did you go, Alice? Down the pesky rabbit-hole again?
I want to write a novel in the shape of a genius.
With prose and poetry and limmericks and laughter.
And I want the words to jump out from the page and smack you on the forehead.
I want the world to read my novel and see my genius.
I want to write a novel in the shape of my heart.
And each little part will be just another chamber.
And as you read you will flow like blood through each chamber.
And when you finish you will end up at the back ready to face the rest of the human body.
I want to write a novel in the shape of a slaughterhouse.
The words would be the knives and the paragraphs would be the cows.
And you would zip through the pages like the cattle on the conveyor belt.
And you will end up hanging from your hooves above people's heads with cold cold air blowing at your naked skin.
I want to write a novel in the shape of a submarine.
And you can "dive" into the forms.
The grammar would be your schools of fish
And your tired hands would navigate through out the barren void of darkness nestled so deeply in the subterranean world.
I want to write a novel in the shape of my womb.
And each little character would be my child.
And each little plot would be my child.
And each little conflict would be my child.
I want to write a novel in the shape of the keyboard.
And you don't look down at the keys but you know the shape and whereabouts of your letter.
Like a blind person with eyes to see the mistakes you have made.
I want to write a novel in the shape of a genius.
And when people come and gather around to see the genius boy they will shutter and awe.
And my grin will stretch from ear to ear
from face to face
from city to city
Because I will know that this is my novel and I built it myself.
There are no interesting thoughts. All the thoughts that go through my head on a daily basis are selfish and evil. Sometimes I imagine a rainbow hitting the top of the globe in Flushing Meadow Park, bouncing off, and then hitting the top of the weird saucers from the World's Fair, bouncing off, and then making its landing inside Shea Stadium. Perhaps glowing the lawn in reds, blues, and greens.
There are also not-so-interesting and not-so-different thoughts that run through my head that are actually logical. Like "when will i begin writing my novel?" "should i make crafts and write in a blog and take photos of meaningless things that i see throughout my day?" "when will these fads end?" "when will my fad end?"
They are not depressing but they are not interesting either.
And then there are thoughts like "will he ever love me again?" "is there a possible future for us?" "how long will it last this time?" "will it last forever?" And these thoughts don't consume my day as much as the rhetorical questions in the second paragraph. Most of the time I am dreaming of my escape from Brooklyn. From Manhattan. From New York City/State.
Then I think "I will end up here forever and live and love and learn that this is my space and not yours."
And then I will wake up and sleep again. And my thoughts won't be coherent and you will read blog posts with grimaces on your faces because you will not understand the depths of my imagination. of my subconscious. of my idealistic yet realistic view of my own life.
But that's the main concern of my head. Me. Ok? Good.
YESSSS!!!
They should make more cereals that come with awesome prizes like this. Cracker Jack stopped and that was a sad day.
- Went to Cafe Mogador and DIDN'T buy the sausage.
- Went to Bamn and got $2 cone
- The wind put dirt in my ice cream and so the guy felt bad and gave me half a cone (brand new)
- Got caught in the rain and ran home. Laughed the entire way home.
- Listening to The Moldy Peaches and jumping up and down on my bed.
I love it.
So good. Halfway through you will see him humping the crap out of the sample maker. So good. SOOO GOOD!
I downloaded a ton of Smokey last night and I am amazed to how much he is so great. Also, I'm amazed by how much of his stuff I've heard before but didn't know it was him. My favorite has to be "You've Really Got A Hold On Me".
There are a ton of versions for this song. The ones that people have covered. A couple are:
-The Beatles
-She and Him
-Thao with the Get Down Stay Down
-The Temptations
And after listening to the original, I don't think anything else compares. Those are just covers to the actual thing.
I just love how he sings about being in love with someone who he despises but then how even though he hates her, he can't seem to stop loving her. Hence, "you really got a hold on me."
But then the break comes and he sings "I love you and all I want you to do is just hold me."
Dang. It's so good! Yeah, it's too early in the morning for me to write coherently.
Do you think I will ever find someone?
-Of course, sweetie. When one door closes, another one opens.
Really? (holds hand over heart)
I'm not usually the type of person to talk about matters of the heart outside of my personal journal I carry around in my bag. However, I feel like this needs to be said. Love is pretty freakin' sweet. Being in love and having love are the greatest sensations anyone can feel. It can make you jump walls and break boards with karate chop action.
My friend from youtube (which you can see from my previous post) just got engaged. I'm so happy for him and his fiancee. I don't remember how long they have been dating, but it's barely been a year and amazingly he can feel so sure about someone without having to be with them forever.
Then I go back to something my boss said a little while back about love. "Some people it only takes them a few months to realize that this is the person you want to be with and you get married right away. Others already found the person they love and since they are so young they wait and be together until the day comes when they are sure to get married."
I've always been so fascinated with the emotion. Women who give birth to a child whom they have never been acquainted with (besides the long nine grueling months of pregnancy) will fall madly in love with their child. The same goes with men and their newborn son or daughter. It's almost an instinctual thing; to fall in love and be in love. Penguins mate for life as well as wolves.
I remember someone saying to me if penguins can feel emotions like love if they mate for life and I think so. One penguin can feel sadness and become depressed the moment they feel their significant other is sick or hurt.
I'm thoroughly impressed by the feeling. I think I'm in love with love and the idea of being in love. However, I don't want to be in love. Making friends sounds so much better than committing yourself to someone for the sake of an emotion.
That's all I wanted to say.
EDIT: I would like to amend the last comment I made. Unfortunately, I want to be in love; I just don't want to be in a relationship where you basically devote yourself to that person forever. I mean, yes, there is devotion but is there a way to live your own separate lives but still keep in mind that there is someone who loves you and wants to spend time with you?
Yeah, that makes sense.
So I was going to post a post I found this morning on craigslist but I think it would be too cruel. The man just basically wanted to have sex with anyone and I laughed. Yes, I mocked a guy who is so lonely that he will find love anyway he can find it.
And it got me thinking how many people go on this website to find someone and end up with no one. It's kind of sad to hear they want to love someone but can't because of insecurities and baggage perhaps from past relationships.
So I've vowed to never make fun of those guys looking for women on craigslist. You're going out on a limb to find someone and all I do is sit on my high horse and laugh at you.
I'm sorry.
For those who are weary by the sight of large quantities of marine life at one time, I suggest skipping over this blog post.
This is the story about a land-locked lake in the middle of this place in Palau. One day, all these jellyfish came to the lake and were completely locked into it. There was no way of getting back to the ocean so they began to feed off of photosynthesis and multiply to populate the lake with their own kind.
They are harmless and probably swimming with them would feel like you are swimming through a sea of Jell-o.
Personally, I don't like Jell-o or jellyfish but I think the existence of this place must be magical.
And when I don't, I get screwed over. All the time.
Not some of the time.
All.
It's like professors are looking out for the mistakes. I mean, I know it's their job to be searching for mistakes so they can mark it in big red ink and then grade you down for doing a shitty job, but come on! I'm glad I don't have to worry about the big red pen anymore since I don't go to college (tear). Now, if I were to ever write a novel or some sort of thing that resembled a novel (bound pages, times new roman typeface, large quantity printed) then maybe I would have to endure the big red pen again.
Anyway, this week has been pretty hectic with all the music and friends and walking I've been doing and I still haven't watched Juno which I received in my netflix on Monday. Also, there is a ton of salad sitting in my refrigerator waiting to be drenched with dressing and subsequently devoured by my own mouth (of all things).
And there is a boy...but he barely knows my existence because every time I walk into that coffee shop he works in, I freeze like a kid hit with a stun gun. I make my order "A mint tea, please."
He turns around for me to stare at his glorious...back and turns back around with a small cup of delicious mint tea. I pay for my drink (naturally), but I don't automatically leave.
"Excuse me, my drink is a little too hot. Do you have a sleeve for my cup?"
He turns around again and hands me another cup. Ok, here's the thing. I already have two cups for this cup of tea because it is so damn hot that I can't bare the feeling of its warmth seeping through the cup as I dredge through New York City's lower east side in 80 degree weather. "Oh I don't want another cup. If you don't have the sleeve then I'll be fine," I say to him.
"If the cup is hot, then take the cup. Is it hot?"
Then, as if in slow motion, he takes the cup from my hand gently. Our fingers touch as we pass off the cup. Wind blows, chimes shutter, hearts beat, and I'm completely crushing on the kid that made my tea.
I end up not taking the extra cup and he smiles as I walk out of the cafe. Yeah, I'm gay like that.
Found him sleeping on 10th and 1st getting ready for bed. Like a little homeless squirrel.
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me: hello friend
my friend: hello enemy
me: oh whoa
Don't know what I did but it must have been bad. It's because I'm a bad guy. You should leave me. Yeah, I'm bad for you.
M83 was like watching people have sex on stage.
Thao was like sitting with your friend and laughing at the fat guy sitting by himself.
Two shows in two nights. I've become very popular.
Enough said.
I really just want to rock. Like everyday.
Seriously. I don't want anything to do with anything. I just want to rock.
ROCK!
