Surely you can't be serious...
oh, but you are. I could never be a theory whore -- give me the album over the dissertation any day.
I now have the Eels' Novocaine for the Soul in my head, mambo-style.
We might just do this right.
I need to make phone calls - funny how we say[/write] that, making phone calls. Out of paper and paste, plastic and wire, wave signal muscle motion. I want to make mine in different shapes, color-coded.
Still at work. Happy nuevo ano and imagine the enyey 'cause mine isn't happening.