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I feel like fucking high fidelity come to life.
I am rob...this is me and my pathetic record collecting existance.
I spent new years with the ex i lived with -- jess. I just got back from lunch with
the ex that just broke my heart -- cara. Now tonight i'm supposed to go out to dinner
with the first girl that ever broke my heart -- kelly. What the hell is wrong with me?
I'm spending my evening putting together record shelves to top it off. The big huge
IKEA ones. To home my record collection which can no longer sit in 8 bazillion milk
crates on my bedroom floor because it's crazy. Plus...I'm out of room and i have stacks
and stacks of unfiled records EVERYWHERE which is not only bad for the records -- it's bad
for the rooms appearance!
There you go. Write a book about me and then adapt it to movie format.
Thanks.
Oh..i just stepped in dog shit too.
That would be a good scene.
I am rob...this is me and my pathetic record collecting existance.
I spent new years with the ex i lived with -- jess. I just got back from lunch with
the ex that just broke my heart -- cara. Now tonight i'm supposed to go out to dinner
with the first girl that ever broke my heart -- kelly. What the hell is wrong with me?
I'm spending my evening putting together record shelves to top it off. The big huge
IKEA ones. To home my record collection which can no longer sit in 8 bazillion milk
crates on my bedroom floor because it's crazy. Plus...I'm out of room and i have stacks
and stacks of unfiled records EVERYWHERE which is not only bad for the records -- it's bad
for the rooms appearance!
There you go. Write a book about me and then adapt it to movie format.
Thanks.
Oh..i just stepped in dog shit too.
That would be a good scene.