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And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred.

Ha ha, never show people your iPod. They'll see all those showtunes and Chipmunks and Moxy Fruvous and Barenaked Ladies songs (pre-Stunt, no one in Hipsville knows the difference, bah) and they'll feel very sorry for you. Hell, even I feel sorry for me.

Where are you, my music mentor? Teach me the ways of the music snob, for I would know it, and know it very well. I still won't know a good song when I hear one, but I'll know what the common wisdom is.

Paradox: the more time my sister and I spend together (and it's a lot, it's a fucking lot), the more I like her. She's a cool chickie, people. I think it will be even better when we no longer live together...

She made me go see Team America, which was funny when there were parody songs and vomit, but went on too long.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:24 PM | shower me with attention