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As I sit here listening to REM and pondering the state of my existence, I realize I've finally reached college rock nirvana, 15 years too late. I also realize that I'm 23 and at the rate I'm going, I'll be graduating in my 40s. Exactly like my father did, I hesistate to note, because to do so invites much in the way of elementary psychoanalysis. And you can't spell psychoanalyze without "anal."
This has got to stop.
Jesus.
I mean, what the fuck?
This has got to stop.
Jesus.
I mean, what the fuck?