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and i must admit that i am IN.LOVE.WITH. the new pixies song. squee. full of all sorts of silly poppy frank black/kim deal goodness.
i can hear the buzz of modulations of the universe
but you're the first to make me feel it
it's only joy i ache
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bosses and offices on automatic drip
they got the keys to the city
but we got a lot of shakin' in our hips
oh you know me
i love the universe
i love all the listeners
watch it!
here's 50,000 watts of goodwill!
it's only joy i ache
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
i can hear the buzzing modulations of the universe
but you're the first to make me feel it
i love all the universe
i love all the listeners
watch it!
here's 50,000 watts of goodwill!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
my momma's dog is sick :( she's all throwyuppy and lethargic and whatnot. she keeps wanting to lie in my bed, though i normally don't let her in my room (she's destructive!) she's fourteen this year so we are extra-concerned. poor miss raisin.
i have completely wasted today and that's pretty much okay with me. off to read some more y.a. novels (i finished the she by carol plum-ucci, and am now reading the house of the scorpion by nancy farmer - really fucking good, it's about clones. usually not my genre, but good nonetheless) y.a. fiction is helping me branch out from my usual reading, i like it. i may also possibly watch some kids in the hall, though i was saddened to learn that my as yet favourite skit, the male slave, is on season five, and they've only released season one. oh sad. for now the lost businessman skit will do.
i'm working on one of those long, built-up, heartfelt posts that will garner attention from all sorts of people except the one for whom it was intended. it will invariably include song lyrics, equal parts sadness and acceptance, and a healthy dose of "no matter what"s. how trite and boring.
i heart kahimi karie. and sondre lerche. and the pixies. and bebel gilberto. and pj harvey. and everyone else, except for about twelve people. yay.
i can hear the buzz of modulations of the universe
but you're the first to make me feel it
it's only joy i ache
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bosses and offices on automatic drip
they got the keys to the city
but we got a lot of shakin' in our hips
oh you know me
i love the universe
i love all the listeners
watch it!
here's 50,000 watts of goodwill!
it's only joy i ache
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
i can hear the buzzing modulations of the universe
but you're the first to make me feel it
i love all the universe
i love all the listeners
watch it!
here's 50,000 watts of goodwill!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
love bang crashaaa-
wokka wokka
bam thwok!
my momma's dog is sick :( she's all throwyuppy and lethargic and whatnot. she keeps wanting to lie in my bed, though i normally don't let her in my room (she's destructive!) she's fourteen this year so we are extra-concerned. poor miss raisin.
i have completely wasted today and that's pretty much okay with me. off to read some more y.a. novels (i finished the she by carol plum-ucci, and am now reading the house of the scorpion by nancy farmer - really fucking good, it's about clones. usually not my genre, but good nonetheless) y.a. fiction is helping me branch out from my usual reading, i like it. i may also possibly watch some kids in the hall, though i was saddened to learn that my as yet favourite skit, the male slave, is on season five, and they've only released season one. oh sad. for now the lost businessman skit will do.
i'm working on one of those long, built-up, heartfelt posts that will garner attention from all sorts of people except the one for whom it was intended. it will invariably include song lyrics, equal parts sadness and acceptance, and a healthy dose of "no matter what"s. how trite and boring.
i heart kahimi karie. and sondre lerche. and the pixies. and bebel gilberto. and pj harvey. and everyone else, except for about twelve people. yay.