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| FinallyMy luck, or joy, or contentment, or whatever has finally seem to run in. A string of good days, finding things out and not worrying about them, camping, cooking, drawing, mixing, music. Good times all around.
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| The MixThe District Sleeps Alone Tonight-The Postal Service, Chicago-Sufjan Stevens, Here It Goes Again-Ok Go, Raw Sugar-Metric, Green Eyes-Coldplay, Losing Lisa-Ben Folds, On the Sly-Metric, Such Great Heights-The Postal Service, Zak And Sara-Ben Folds, The Fix Is In-Ok Go, Bodyrock-Moby, Grow Up and Blow Away-Metric, Mind's Eye-Wolfmother, Everything's Not Lost-Coldplay, Winning-Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton | | |
| WeddingsThree days away from home, and somehow a world of aggravations come forward. But we learn new lessons, like, Bruno has turned into a college indy kidin redescovering hair gel and a cord blazer, and listening to Postal Service and Metric and other Indy music while feeling lonely on a plane after a wedding weekend is a bad idea. Thank god therapy is tomorrow.
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| I Wish My Life Was An Adventure I want a soundtrack, I want a sword, I want to fight for my life and what I believe is right, I want to earn this life. I'm so tired of going to class and getting an education ad working out and therapy, just so that some day I'll have a job an a family and a house. Just so that I can retire and have grandkids and watch everyone I know die or the new people in my life be born. I want that, but I want to have to fight for it. I want to have to earn this. Maybe I need school to get to a point that I will be able to, but after that, I don't want to work, I want to live. I want to be able to sit down my grandkids when I'm sixty five and tell them stories of my life that art just, well, when I wet to college your great grandparents got divorced and put me in therapy. I want to say, once, when I was off in the wood and fought a giant evil bear an his evil crony with a sword I forged out of your great great grandfathers old tools. You know, some shit like that.
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| DamnitYou know when your head gets caught in a balloon full of soda, and you think its awesome, until you drowned? Yeah, its kindda like that.
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