Urk.
Just got reminded that the new Oh, Sleeper album is out soon. Yippee.
I'm excited.
Uh.
Worked late tonight, and made the mistake of drinking a Rock Star at six thirty. It's now twenty to eleven and I'm twitching like the comically coked-out squirrel in your garden variety family animation.
Well, not literally. I'm only typing about 120 wpm, so no harm's really done.
Again, urk.
Bitches and hos, yo.
I need new guitar strings.
Oh, and if anyone wants to buy me a pair of Doc Marten's Phina boots, feel free.
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Now why would anyone want to buy those for you? Face the facts: your just not cool enough, darling.
Bollocks. Just you wait. They're going to show up in a package on my doorstep.
And if their from a certain Bass player, they don't count.
Pish. They're gonna count when they come to my door in a couple days. And it's my birthday...they might be from anyone. Musicians don't have money. Everyone knows that.
Shit I forgot... Happy Birthday!!
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