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so i freaked out. bad. and drove halfway to ct. and turned around. it doesnt help that i was listening to super sad song, and felt all wuss and lame, and then missed an exit, and got overwhelmed and came back home.
the good life: album of the year. holy shit. i re-listened to it yesterday, and almost had a nervous breakdown. the first song. fuckin-a right on sad song action. the singer from cursive is in charge of this band too......

so instead of doing anything dope, i bought a bunch of old albums: lifetime; hello bastards and jerseys best dancers
quicksand;slip and manic compression
texas is the reason-do you know who you are?
and some olive hart. because he raps good.

and i watched motorcycle diaries, and bought some yerba mate', and mostly was lame.

dont worry, i still love the anus, and i still keep it real.
just sometimes i do it quiet-like.
word.