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Of the 1200 songs on my iPod, I can find nothing to listen to. Even my guilty pleasure playlist has failed me. I feel, after inhaling some bizarre and incredibly potent Austrailian energy drink that I found in the the basement of the library, I could be incredibly productive at the moment if I could only find the right song. I cannot, however,
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I can help with that. IM me, gimme a call, something. Or let me know what kind of vibe you're digging, and I'll see what I can do.
Photography.... hmm... what are your guidelines?
When I get back in town [and get to see you and Erka *squee!*] I personally have a NEED for a fork night.
I'm not working at all next semester. I'm taking 18 hours so I can graduate, so I dont have to! FWAH! Therefore, this time I will WITNESS the masterpiece firsthand!
I think my head is overfull.
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Now, I kind of understand that it probably came from a vending machine, but were MY first thoughts ever disgusting, let me tell you! I think the operative word in triggering such images was "found."
Fork night? Hell yes.
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