February 2010
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what’s your LEAST favorite brand new song?
i actually really do have an answer for this. there’s something i really kind of hate about Good To Know If I Ever Need Attention All I Have To Do Is Die. i don’t really know what it is but i just don’t like it and i always skip it.
how dare you
i don’t think you’re allowed...
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you know how when you search on photobucket
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and you start to go really far into the search and you start finding weird pictures….
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yes it does thanks hah.
no problemo!
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I gotta kfeeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night
this is the fucking third time tonight black eyed peas has come up out of the blue did i miss a memo somewhere or something
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What do you mean musically? “it doesn’t feel like it was long unless i look at it musically. i decided not to keep lists again this year, but if i were… this one would be incredibly extensive.”
i just mean that when i look at the past month from a standpoint of like, oh, i listened to this song so much at the beginning of the month, it feels like it was longer ago than that, but...
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there is fire in the streets now, but it’s...
so January is finally over.
it doesn’t feel like it was long unless i look at it musically. i decided not to keep lists again this year, but if i were… this one would be incredibly extensive.
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“The most remarkable thing about coming home to you is the feeling of being in...”
– Going to Georgia, The Mountain Goats
STOP TUMBLING ABOUT THE GRAMMY'S. IF I WANTED THE...
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trufax
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Press play. You won’t.
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January 2010
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brittishh:astoryforsupper:inflightradio:
ben...
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OPPORTUNITY COSTS:
the State of the Union Address is going to be more interesting if i watch it. it’s going to be faster and easier to stop and write about it if i read it.
tough call but reading wins
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It’s Cool, We Can Still Be Friends - Bright...
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i noticed you looking at my watch, SARSH
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well i bet you didn’t know i staged my own special olympics and won the laser tag competition in THAT capacity!!!
hahaha i was gonna keep going, but i realized that we both know every word of these podcasts. therefore, i am forfeiting.
haha we can call it a draw. or else we’ll be here all night
today i bought THREE dresses and TWO pairs of...
now i know what you’re thinking: “who are you and what have you done with my Sarsh?!?!” but they’re really awesome and they’re from TARGET, so.
i’m sitting in the dark in my sister’s room and all four of her friends are here (yes, that is all of them. jk. maybe. maybe not.) and they’re watching some creepy movie……. why am i here i think...
let me tell you The Funniest Story Ever
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i’m in the bathroom at Arby’s all by myself, and, aside from the overhead music, i can hear this sound, like a recording of men talking, kind of like when the guy next to you is on the phone and you can sort of hear the person on the other line. but i can’t figure out what it’s saying or where it’s coming from...
Here's a tip:
scottseaman:
If you litter my dash with that “OMG, I should just delete my Tumblr”, attention whore crap, I’m going to unfollow you.
We get it, you want people to be like “Noooo, staaaay!” etc etc. But quit it. We all see right through it. Shit’s annoying.
That is all.
true story
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Playboy: Mistake or not, what made you decide to go the rock-'n'-roll route?
Bob Dylan: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a "before" in a Charles Atlas "before and after" ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain't so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I'm in Omaha. It's so cold there, by this time I'm robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and get a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain't much to look at, but who's built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything's going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?
Playboy: And that's how you became a rock-'n'-roll singer?
Bob Dylan: No, that's how I got tuberculosis.
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