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If I had pipes like Idina Menzel, I'd sing literally everything. Everything. Ordering a bagel with a bit of vibrato would brighten up every Monday morning.
"Any hot drinks with that?"
"A BREAKFAST TEAAAA PLEEEeeAeeEEEEEeeEAAAAAAAaaaAaaAaAase!"
I went through a very dark period in the late summer last year, I got very ill. During the time I was away from work I sat and binged through all three series of the Leftovers.
It was phenomenal, I haven't been so heavily impacted by a series in ages. I love it. I was very susceptible to the mood and the style of the
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Oh Cedric, Omar, you guys and your beautiful, crazy hair.
What a fucking magical album this is. Definitely comes under the category of "albums you haven't listened to in ages then when you do, you wonder why you haven't listened to them in ages."
I honestly can't think of a song on here that's not sensational. I heralded Molko as a great poet the other
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Pardon a European socialist for questioning how you run your country but how do you have 18 school shootings in some six weeks and not address your gun laws?
I don't get it. I really fucking don't.
Condolences with anyone that's lost friends or family to any mass shooting. Completely avoidable.
I don't care what's between your legs, if you didn't have an awkward mid 90s to early 00s crush on Brian Molko then I don't even know what you were doing with your life.
Possibly one of the most under rated poets of his generation, I frequently forget when I come back to listening to Placebo (I just chucked on the Self Titled album for
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Start your week with Dookie, people. Why the heck not?
I'm definitely locked up in a world that's been planned out for me.
Is it Friday yet?
You're welcome SG.
Happy Thursday.
Let me go back to bed please.
Please?
Wakeupwakeupwakeup.
Who even wants Tuesdays in their life? Tuesday is the new Wednesday, Wednesday has the hump, the half way point, you're getting there.
Tuesday is that moment a third of the way in to a road race where you've lost your early enthusiasm, you start to realise what you've let yourself in for and your legs are going "you fucking div, mate."
Caffeinecaffeinecaffeineplease.