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:: Sunday, June 05, 2005 ::
[ not as though everyone and their cousin doesn't already... ]
...but if anyone cares for a Gmail account (ANYONE. Friends, parents, pets...the most insignificant of social connections you may maintain), just ask. I've got 50, and when I give 'em away, they (eventually) give me more. It stands to reason, then, that I am in possession of an (eventually) infinite number of Gmail accounts, and can therefore spare a few.
I miss you all. Don't be strangers.
Music: Bloc Party - The Pioneers. I predicted them to be this summer's Franz Ferdinand, though I can't say with any certainty why (or why not, if you'll pardon the double-negative) this hasn't already happened. It seems like I might be wrong about it, but the important thing is that I stick to my convictions and accept my crow when the plate comes around in August. With my luck, nĂ¼-metal will have undergone a massive revival with some terrible single by some group of jerkoffs with terrible voices and a pimply-faced fanbase, or that Creed has reformed to enormous commercial success.
Or, alternately, I could be right. I can assure you that they're casually enormous across the pond, not that that's actually fucking mattered since (What's The Story?) Morning Glory.
:: Aziz 1:13 PM
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