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Good lord, I listen to the Postal Service way too much. I don't really understand why; most of their stuff I would normally find very jarring (manic drum machine, weird keyboardy business, calm emo-type voices, mushy lyrics) and yet I listen . . .
Good news is I am rocking very much to gogol bordello, whom I love ever so much. Kelly, we're going in October, btw.
I am tired but can't sleep. I "work" at the Fair at 8:30 am tomorrow. I am unamused. BUT Naz and I did weasel our way out of the 12 hour shift, and now we will only be killing our souls for a mere 6 hours. Oh joy.
Seriously, more on this fucking Great Expectations bullshit later.
Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.
Good news is I am rocking very much to gogol bordello, whom I love ever so much. Kelly, we're going in October, btw.
I am tired but can't sleep. I "work" at the Fair at 8:30 am tomorrow. I am unamused. BUT Naz and I did weasel our way out of the 12 hour shift, and now we will only be killing our souls for a mere 6 hours. Oh joy.
Seriously, more on this fucking Great Expectations bullshit later.
Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.