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So I saw this band on Saturday night, and only one song really stuck with me. Naturally I had to search it out online and listen to it thirteen times in a row (so far).

I then messaged a friend on AIM:

Me (12:17:42 PM): I love how when a song strikes a chord in me, I have to listen to it like twenty times in a row.
Me (12:18:01 PM): I listened to "Range Life" by Pavement like sixteen times last night.
Him: (12:23:25 PM): i dont know who's ocd is worse
Me (12:24:09 PM): I don't know "who is ocd is worse," either. Is that a band?
Him (12:25:19 PM): not yet
Him (12:25:25 PM): but maybe soon
Him (12:25:35 PM): we'll play the same song over and over and over.

So that's it, boys and girls, keep your ears out for "who is ocd is worse," coming to a city near you!

For lunch: Broccoli cheddar soup, from scratch. That is, I scratched the can, then opened it.

Also, I had another dream about my car window being smashed out. The awesome part was that in my dream they stole my ipod tuner (only thing of 'value' in my car), and then cleaned my car spotless. Such considerate thieves.







For those wondering, the band was "The Broken West." The song was "Got it bad."