“Yeah…I’m thinking that I’m gonna have to officially file alcohol as a “short-term solution” to this whole “deepening depression” thing.”
I second this notion.
In my rock and roll daydreams, David Yow is the frontman I become, minus the intense intoxication.
“WHERE IS THIS? I CAN’T BE HERE. I NEED TO BE AT THAT PLACE I KNOW.”
“Alright, day. You bring the ‘whoop-dee,’ and I’ll bring the ‘fucking-doo.’”
I wonder if anyone would mind if I put this up in my cubicle?
“We have gotten ourselves into such a fear that if there is one new dollar of tax revenue, somehow or other we are not Republican enough,” Ms. Murkowski said. “This is not about Republicans or Democrats or anyone in between. This is about the economic well-being of our country.”
People used to buy bootleg CDs and Japanese imports containing music that none of their friends could get hold of. Now that almost every track is available free on music-streaming services like Spotify or on a pirate website, music fans need something else to boast about. That limited-edition 12-inch in translucent blue vinyl will do nicely.
Listening to Beauty Pill makes me want to move back to DC. I’m positive this isn’t true. Regardless, my gut begins to think ‘hey, it might not be that bad.’ My gut is a romantic fool.
Top of the list.
Read it again in anticipation.
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