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Last night, I dreamed (keep reading please) that I couldn't get back home in a car, because everything was blocked off and flooded with mud, so I had to run barefoot, down the middle of the street, all the way across Ohio.
Lola, sleeping here, had a dream that her car lost all its gas and she had to be picked up by her family.
Today we were trying to turn, and her car stopped in the middle of the street, and her family had to come pick her up and take her back to Columbus.
Now it's an awesome summer storm. Like the Cursive album, The Storms of Early Summer. People who hate Cursive and Modest Mouse on principle suck ass through a drinking straw. It's okay to hate emo bands like "Funeral for a Friend" on principle (WTF kind of name is that, even for an emo band?) but the reason I was so into 'emo' ever is good bands like Modest Mouse, Cursive, Thursday, and the Get Up Kids. And yes, I still like Thursday's Full Collapse and The Get Up Kids' Something to Write Home About. I still like pretty much everything by Modest Mouse and Cursive. A more pervasive issue, though, is why I think you give a shit. And that, my friends, I cannot answer.
In related music news, the Pogues, especially songs like "The Sunny Side of the Street" and "If I Should Fall from Grace with God," make me want to listen to them and be in light, late-summer rainstorms and wear '80s clothes and maybe ride a scooter and get in a fight with someone and be happy about it.
You know what? This is boring. The other day I was walking along and I saw this dead, gnarled foot sticking out of the gutter. I tried to saw some of it off, being hungry, but it turned out the foot was alive and the foot kicked me so I stopped sawing the foot. It turned out to be the foot of Zeus!
Lola, sleeping here, had a dream that her car lost all its gas and she had to be picked up by her family.
Today we were trying to turn, and her car stopped in the middle of the street, and her family had to come pick her up and take her back to Columbus.
Now it's an awesome summer storm. Like the Cursive album, The Storms of Early Summer. People who hate Cursive and Modest Mouse on principle suck ass through a drinking straw. It's okay to hate emo bands like "Funeral for a Friend" on principle (WTF kind of name is that, even for an emo band?) but the reason I was so into 'emo' ever is good bands like Modest Mouse, Cursive, Thursday, and the Get Up Kids. And yes, I still like Thursday's Full Collapse and The Get Up Kids' Something to Write Home About. I still like pretty much everything by Modest Mouse and Cursive. A more pervasive issue, though, is why I think you give a shit. And that, my friends, I cannot answer.
In related music news, the Pogues, especially songs like "The Sunny Side of the Street" and "If I Should Fall from Grace with God," make me want to listen to them and be in light, late-summer rainstorms and wear '80s clothes and maybe ride a scooter and get in a fight with someone and be happy about it.
You know what? This is boring. The other day I was walking along and I saw this dead, gnarled foot sticking out of the gutter. I tried to saw some of it off, being hungry, but it turned out the foot was alive and the foot kicked me so I stopped sawing the foot. It turned out to be the foot of Zeus!