My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-11-1) -
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-10-25) -
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-10-11) -
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-10-4) -
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Serious Blak.I named mine Winston.jerryI named it dhani, but then I changed it to teresa junior.
touch; oliver. classic; sidley.
I still haven’t named mine (the one with the GQMF engraving). A friend suggested Quinto, but I’m undecided.
::bad robot::
Heron!
Benten and Aeode
Dr. Spencer Reid. My old pink Nano was Jacob, and Alley owns his husband, Danny.
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-9-27) -
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Wake up, try on your new disguise,
Would they recognize you anyway?
Would they?
Dead leaves lie down beneath your feet
As you step into the street and
Notice the distance between the hearts and homes
But still you know it’s alright.
You’re not looking back this time.
You know it’s alright.
You’re stepping on the cracks and you feel fine.
Don’t waste your breath.
You wouldn’t want this anyway.
And if you did, I think I’d let you,
Talk this to death, or in circles like we’re aeroplanes.
But all along I knew that we would sputter out.
We would sputter.
Outside constructions workers pour
A brand new basement floor.
But then the ground starts shaking
fault lines to your own front door.
I looked at this and thought of you,
And all that is and isn’t true,
And with the strength left in me,
walked on while the walls came down.
It’s alright.
You’re not looking back this time.
You know it’s alright.
I’m stepping on the cracks and I feel fine.
Don’t waste your breath.
You wouldn’t want this anyway.
And if you did, I think I’d let you,
Talk this to death, or in circles like we’re aeroplanes.
But all along I knew that we would sputter out.
We would sputter.
We would sputter…
We would sputter…
We would sputter out…
We would sputter out.
Don’t waste your breath.
You wouldn’t want this anyway.
And if you did, I think I’d let you,
Talk this to death, or in circles like we’re aeroplanes.
But all along I knew that we would sputter out. (We would sputter)
But all along I knew that we would sputter out. (We would sputter)
But all along I knew that we would sputter out.
We would sputter
We would sputter down.
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Wow. If this had been released during my breakup with Derek, this shit would have been my ANTHEM. William Beckett, get out of my head!
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-9-20) -
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A mother was working in the kitchen, listening to her five-year-old son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop & her son saying, “All of you bastards who want off, get the hell off now, ‘cause this is the last stop! And all of you bastards who are getting on, get your ass in the train, cause we’re going down the tracks.”
The horrified mother went in & told her son, “We don’t use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room & stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out,you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language.”
Two hours later, the son came out of the bedroom & resumed playing with his train. Soon the train stopped & the mother heard her son say, “All passengers who are disembarking the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for travelling with us today & hope your trip was a pleasant one.” She hears the little boy continue, “For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today.” As the mother began to smile, the child added, “For those of you who are fucking pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the fat bitch in the kitchen.”
GPOYW - new hair edition.
That’s right, I came out of lurking to post a photo my sick new hair. THAT’S HOW I ROLL.