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The weekend following my birthday found me in possession of money, which after the past few weeks has become totally foreign to me. However, this also means I haven't spent too much, and the things I have purchased have *gasp* actually been worthwhile!

For instance, I purchased a multitude of compact discs this weekend. Three on Saturday, and two on Monday, to be exact. Of the five I bought, the two best hands down are the new Broken Social Scene and the Arcade Fire's Funeral. Man they're good. Funeral is just fucking fantastic, and Broken Social Scene is so good, it reaches down into my near perpetual state of misery to grab me up and make me think happy thoughts.

Anyway, if you like Indie Rock, and live in the Phoenix area, go to Stinkweeds. It rules. You need to go to Stinkweeds.

In other news, on Saturday, I got dumped by a stripper. I never thought I'd get dumped by a stripper, and that's not to say that I felt that if I did I would do the dumping, I just never really expected to ever date one.

Of course, when I say it like that, it sounds somewhat derogatory, so I must clarify that I thought she was cool, and that none of the negative stereotypes often associated with women in that profession appeared to apply to her. Unfortunately, like some other women, it seems she was fickle. Really fickle. I new her exactly a week, and in that time (while working a full time job), she decided I wasn't trying hard enough to get to know her, which I must say isn't entirely fair, as we didn't have much time. But ultimately, I guess I can't complain, since I really came out on top. I got a new cakepan out of the deal.