easy like sunday morning
this is me multitasking: reading/listening to the following at the same time:
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bahraini jetliner crashes into persian gulf (i hope it doesn't come across as downplaying this because i'm reading other things too; i just take in information this way)
- listening to fresh air online
- giggling to jami's exchange with her mom about crotches and rubbing. i'm still giggling, actually.
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actress heche hospitalized in calif. after breakup, courtesy of jonno's compelling blog, "anne heche: the margot kidder of the new millennium?"
- registering for united airlines' frequent flier account
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senior red technochino pants
- one-year subscription to wallpaper*
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chrome fireball bag
- heather green ringer t-shirt
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"helter skelter," meat beat manifesto (love it, it's dark and sexy)
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"coffee and tv," blur (like it, it makes me feel straight when i listen to it)
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"sunday morning," no doubt (ehh.)
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"doesn't really matter," janet jackson (making her the third, after lauryn hill and madonna, to use that song title in the last year. pop music is original)
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"the light," "geto heaven part 2," and "pops rap iii ... all my children," common (i like him a lot, which makes me even more pissed that he said "faggot" in one of his joints)
- appetite for disctruction, funkstörung (which is almost the same title as the old album [golly, 13 years old now!] by guns 'n roses, but with an oh-so-clever typo)