:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Wednesday, July 02, 2003 ::

How Can We Dance While Our Benbo's Burning?
Or at least in Maine, or playing FFX, or playing Guitaroo Man, or simply not playing Era or something, as he and I both should be. It's a pleasure to find myself in places I don't expect to be found, doubly so when kind words are aimed my way. Don't worry, I'm coming home to D.C. for Stupid Jingo Day with any number of my school friends in tow (any number here being either 2 or 3), probably as soon as Friday morning. If you cross your eyes and think really hard about how gorgeous and amazing the fireworks are, you don't have to think about what they symbolize or anything. Oh yeah, and I can pick up Discovery while at home. Sorry Landau, I suck.

In the meantime, I'm trying to justify my existence at work, but all I've managed to do is come in at least 90 minutes late every day this week, though I'm sort of hitting some sort of stride today and being a little useful. I'll stay late to compensate. I'm eagerly awaiting the digital camera, but it's bound to be at least 2 weeks prior, curses to skimping on shipping. The anticipation is bound to drive me mad soon enough, but I can guarantee that my life will be filled with joy for at least a few weeks thereafter. Ah, consumerism.

"That's the sound of a good, unhappy relationship." ::sad smile:: I miss you. Glad you posted =)

Music: Shizuo vs Shizor - Sweat. I don't know that anyone can say they've been kissed by a girl like that. Full of reasons why Digital Hardcore makes me happier than Organic Hardcore.

:: Aziz 2:15 PM [+] ::
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