WHY would ANYONE want to shop for music in a place like Borders? It's about as intimate as a first date with your parents in the front seat. Jesus, i feel like i've just had all the good and healthy groove god gave me suck from my very skin. My brain hurts just walking round that place. ick. NOT to mention that i spent money on a coffee, only to realize that the Border's cafe is a glorified Starbucks. FUUUCK! 
worked in this humid day, played basketball in this humid day and worked out cursing the humidity. Drove to a meeting in Parkton. Drove home by way of Evil Borders and 7 stop lights. Jazz playing on NPR and some tea... well, not YET... but shortly. and THEN bed. got anything more interesting to say than all that? Spill it!!
worked in this humid day, played basketball in this humid day and worked out cursing the humidity. Drove to a meeting in Parkton. Drove home by way of Evil Borders and 7 stop lights. Jazz playing on NPR and some tea... well, not YET... but shortly. and THEN bed. got anything more interesting to say than all that? Spill it!!
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clover:
yeah well then can quit sighing
esme:
Pink. With sparkles.