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Hang Over by Album Leaf.
Reminds me of Open Mic nights, the sound of strings on fingers through speakers, venue style.
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I'm eclectic, awkward, and cynical. The glass is rarely half full but the world still has the capacity to amaze me once in a while. Like everyone else, I need a change, and I sincerely think I possess the ability to catalyze that change in my life.
Employed.
Start Date: January 13th, 2009.
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Us by Regina Spektor. Old favorite from Soviet Kitsch, I guess I feel a little better today.
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Each Coming Night by Iron & Wine.
I had the strong urge to post some Paul Baribeau songs, but they’re not in the right format.
Then I started thinking about the night we went to Zami house and saw him perform, and I struck up a conversation with him about Indiana, and Bloomingtoon, and I started thinking about how I had such a great night talking about how much I miss the midwest.
I wanted to feel that night again, feel the excitement and the thrill of sweat and noise and endless conversations and vegan co-op kichens full of lentils and nutritional yeast.
I miss my home, I miss that night, I miss the perception I had of my life… that one time.
Go listen to Christmas Lights.
The rain beings on the 7th, extending into the future like a big, wet question mark when the weatherman’s predictions become something to be desired.
I suppose I’ll only know what they sky is up to until Sunday.
(via nakedness)
Corner kiss… I sure miss.
(via nakedness)
My heart is racing, the fear is resurfacing, I feel like a child, unprotected and afraid.
Becoming Adult.
I have a badge, an office, and an computer in which to monogamously type up subtitles.
Monogamously or monotonously?
Monogamously. I am dedicated to one computer. Don’t fuckin’ worry about it, man.
… Monotonously.
Fuck you.
Uh, that’s not what you told my laptop last night.
Bitch…
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