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Jan. 6th, 2004
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Jan. 6th, 2004 09:13 amYesterday's addition to the computer: Synaethsthasia, Depeche Mode, Paul Oakenfold, Diary of Dreams, Conjure One, Gary Neuman, BT
Today's addition to the computer: Bob Mould, My Bloody Valentine, Love and Rockets, The Future Sounds of London, The Church, Apoptygma Berzerk, Haujobb, Gridlock.
Keepin' it fresh, yo.
Today's addition to the computer: Bob Mould, My Bloody Valentine, Love and Rockets, The Future Sounds of London, The Church, Apoptygma Berzerk, Haujobb, Gridlock.
Keepin' it fresh, yo.
The first forture of the New Year
Jan. 6th, 2004 04:13 pmLast night's Tarot reading was the best (that is, the only good reading)I've had in about 2 years. S asked me for my license to confirm it was me. Narrowly avoided disasters, ridding myself of static situations, an emotional state ruled by love, and if I continue to stay the course, Justice as my reward.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwww yeah.
I was already riding an endorphin high from the gym (my first day back in about a month) and that just propelled me forward into an evening of amusing conversations, sly smiles, sweet potent drinks, and amphetamined music. I hear some new good tunes, and I kept dragging myself out again and again. The new FLA track was a real treat. So was seeing an old mailing list buddy.
I handled a potentially embarassing situation with what appears to be grace and style.
Now it's the afternoon. I've weathered the Clubber's Comedown, with the help of some good friends and the miracle of AIM. There are plans to be had tonight that include raw fish on rice and TV shows on DVD that were cruelly cancelled before their time by an unthinking, clueless television studio. And there will be glorious sleep.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwww yeah.
I was already riding an endorphin high from the gym (my first day back in about a month) and that just propelled me forward into an evening of amusing conversations, sly smiles, sweet potent drinks, and amphetamined music. I hear some new good tunes, and I kept dragging myself out again and again. The new FLA track was a real treat. So was seeing an old mailing list buddy.
I handled a potentially embarassing situation with what appears to be grace and style.
Now it's the afternoon. I've weathered the Clubber's Comedown, with the help of some good friends and the miracle of AIM. There are plans to be had tonight that include raw fish on rice and TV shows on DVD that were cruelly cancelled before their time by an unthinking, clueless television studio. And there will be glorious sleep.