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Aug 04, 2010 20:33

So.  I got my Iggy Pop record, Lust for Life, in the mail today.
And I just found out.
Because I didn't hear the mailman.  I was asleep.
And Melina says she didn't, but I'm pretty sure she's lying, because you can hear everything in her room.
This is a problem, you see.  The high today was 100° (about 38° C).
I swear, if this record is warped, I'm going to murder somebody.
It is essentially my sister's fault anyway.  I don't like ordering records; I like to go to the store and buy them (that way if anything happens, it's my own damn fault).  But she got me an online gift certificate.  I suppose I could've bought a CD, but that kind of defeats the purpose of asking for a gift certificate for a record store....
Well, anyway.  I'm just bitching about things that are probably fine.  We'll see how this baby sounds.

EDIT:  It's totally fine.  Sounds pretty great, actually.

vinyl, and all that cal, pointless, pessimism, records

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