Days of Yore
July 1st, 2004
A year ago today. And two years ago today.
The panty line? The hell?
Holy cow, I’m crazy.
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July 1st, 2004
Tucker By DonaldEugene
- I wasn’t born yesterday,
- not even last week. 4 Comments »
Who’s Modest?
July 1st, 2004
Who got tickets to see Modest Mouse on July 17th? Who? That’s right. That’s right.
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July 1st, 2004
I’m wearing my indie rock today because all you cheap monkeys wouldn’t spare me a dollar (except a few of you-you know who you are. And I love you. The rest of you are heartless bastards). Earlier, I listened to At the Drive-In (because they’re angry). After that, I listened to Shellac (because, well, he sings about killing people who [excuse my language] fuck his wife-not that any of you fucked my wife, but I’d let you for a dollar). After Shellac, I turned on Jets to Brazil. They’re not so angry, they’re more sad about stuff about things about everything. Poor guys—always whining. But I’m in that stage of feeling sorry for myself because you monkeys wouldn’t spare me a dollar or a retainer nor did you fuck my wife for a dollar. Anger came and went. Now, I just feel sad. Hence, Jets To Brazil.
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