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we can be heroes.. just for one day
May. 15th, 2002 01:00 amI think.. I may have just found a copy of the Japanese press of Phillip Glass' Heroes Symphony, which includes a 3" of Aphex Twin's remix... !!!!
I repeat.. !!!!
I repeat.. !!!!
May. 15th, 2002
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May. 15th, 2002 07:39 amugghhh.. it's 7:40am.. I've not slept. Mmm, insomnia.
about 15 minutes ago.. three fleas.. one on each arm, and one on my neck.. the itching from that.. sets off the remaining poison oak..
I am a towering heap of grog and itch.
apparently, we need to flea bomb a 2nd time. once wasn't enough.
I hate bugs in my house.
ugh.
about 15 minutes ago.. three fleas.. one on each arm, and one on my neck.. the itching from that.. sets off the remaining poison oak..
I am a towering heap of grog and itch.
apparently, we need to flea bomb a 2nd time. once wasn't enough.
I hate bugs in my house.
ugh.
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May. 15th, 2002 08:06 pmwell, great. once again i'm reminded of exactly how much I despise having to rely on other people.
apparently, it's too much to ask my parents for a ride to memphis to get things I need. clothes, cigs, etc. "It's too far away."
five minutes later, they decide they're bored, so they're going to drive down to the river and look at fucking deer.
memphis is 20 minutes down the road.
the river is 30 minutes down another road.
god forbid anyone need anything; driving down the road with a miller in your hand and gawking at stupid deer is much more important.
this is what I have to look forward to this summer. stagnating in this bullshit little town, cashiering for a bunch of hicks, and relying on people who apparently think behaving like a redneck is more important than taking care of things.
and paul wondered why I cling to my independant nature so much.
apparently, it's too much to ask my parents for a ride to memphis to get things I need. clothes, cigs, etc. "It's too far away."
five minutes later, they decide they're bored, so they're going to drive down to the river and look at fucking deer.
memphis is 20 minutes down the road.
the river is 30 minutes down another road.
god forbid anyone need anything; driving down the road with a miller in your hand and gawking at stupid deer is much more important.
this is what I have to look forward to this summer. stagnating in this bullshit little town, cashiering for a bunch of hicks, and relying on people who apparently think behaving like a redneck is more important than taking care of things.
and paul wondered why I cling to my independant nature so much.