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Firstly, I'd like to say one thing: my milkshake is better than yours. Okay, sorry, I listen to the nineties' music from time to time, heh. Annnnyways, moving right along. So, here we are. You, the reader, and I the writer, in this little game of cat and mouse that's played. I attempt to write something more than mindless drivel, and you may grace me with a comment (none, so far emo *ahem*). Does it mean anything to say that I'm trying now, really and truly, honest-to-bob, trying in life. Trying to stay in shape agian, while working on getting a better job, while paying all my own bills, while being the ONLY FEMALE in a house full of smelly guys (I rent with my brother and his friend). Don't read into that as me complaining, because I'd rather have much good going on than a little nothing at all happening. Life seems to have plenty of variations to the same dance steps. I've noticed that lately. It's like making dinner: if I just THINK about cooking something, it won't get a meal made, I'll just be hungrier. Okay, this post is turning into a dead horse, so I won't keep it running much longer, but I will say this much: metal will always win over hiphop, unless it's a WELL DONE mesh-up of the two. only then is it acceptable. Linkin Park, if I may say so. Their older albums at least.
 guzelle · Mon Jun 07, 2010 @ 12:10am · 0 Comments |
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