Time is short. So you gotta ask yourself: Are you a fighter, Fish Queen, or are you zombie food?
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Birthday: 11/21/1985
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Interests: Erin and Morrissey/The Smiths
Expertise: I am the son and the heir Of nothing in particular
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Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Currently Listening
Figure 8
By Elliott Smith
Son of Sam
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"Absence makes the heart grow fonder." 
  --  Eleanor Roosevelt


Monday, September 12, 2005

Currently Listening
Blinking Lights and Other Revelations
By Eels
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Go go google, type in failure, then press "Im feeling lucky".


Monday, August 29, 2005

I loved walking down Washington with our arms around each other singing

Reinventing Axl Rose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Saturday, August 13, 2005

Currently Listening
World of Morrissey
By Morrissey
Moon River!
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Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style one day.
Old dream maker, you heart breaker,
Where ever you're going,
I'm going your way.

Two drifters, off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end,
Waiting 'round the bend,
My huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.


Friday, August 05, 2005

Fred Jones was worn down from caring for his often screaming and crying wife

during the day but He couldn't sleep at night

 for fear that she In a stupor from the drugs that didn't even ease the pain

would set the house on blaze with a cigarette

By Ben Fold Five and Ed Skudder

 

 



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