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I'm not even supposed to be here, but alas nobody knows. I want to know that somebody is out there. Somebody sees me right? I am heard.
Pitchforkmedia.com is snobby to me. I still read it most days, but the most valuable information I've got out of them in the last six months is that suicide girls exists. What wonders I see. I don't guess there is another comparable site. Seems like it was made for Austin.
I want, I want, I want. I'm by myself for the first time in my life. I'm in the thick of it and it's all mine. Except some money.
It's a full moon tonight. Looks like it at least. Feels like bike riding weather. If you know Texas, you know we don't get to many nights like this in July. Thanks Emily. I won't be in the official "Full Moon Bike Ride" but hey who wants chaffing. So, if you're reading this and happen to be going out I'll be the guy with the Mardi Gras Jgermeister flashing red light on his back.