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Listening to Swirlies makes it feel like I'm late on purpose. Rebel! Sleep thru yr alarm! Wear the 1st pair of pants you find on the floor! |
Today's soundtrack: Findo Gask and Captain Beefheart. Odd music for odd weather. |
Steve Lamacq just read an e-mail I wrote on his 6 Music show. I forgot how cool it feels to have your name read out on the wireless. |
I dreamed of Twitter. And you were in it. And you, and you |
@AntoniaCornwell I would buy the book of porn cross-stitch if it was delivered to me in a plain brown knitted wrapping. |
Two of my oldest friends joined Facebook. It's like they just got telephones and I can finally call them. |
@nicebird Thin Mints. Put some in your Survival Kit. |
So it IS possible to survive for an entire weekend on just coffee and Girl Scout Cookies. |
Lost in the feeling of finishing a sprawling book. It's as if someone just yanked an entire world out from under me like a tablecloth. |
@sarahbrown A bourbon sandwich, hold the bread. |
Every time I say I want to spend the weekend curled up with Ernest Hemingway, I picture myself actually spooning with Ernest Hemingway. |
@largeheartedboy & @MaudNewton Trying to decide where I went wrong since he isn't following me. @stephenfry is, however. Does that count? |
I will always and forever love doing the Jimmy Rabbitte bathtub interview with myself. |
Walked up 14 flights of stairs because I felt like it. And now my lungs feel like punching me in the brain. |
@jessicaxmaria When there's no wood to be found for knocking, I always go for the head. Or start stocking up on zinc pills. |
@sarahbrown Have you never woken up with a dead arm? You're missing out! |
Woke up with "Invisible Touch" running through my head. Why? Is there an analysis for this type of thing? I'm going to start keeping a log. |
"A redemption that smelled of peat smoke, of cabbage soup, of the wind tangled in the forest undergrowth." - Bolano (Wimmer's translation) |
And now Kraftwerk. One of my favorite songs ever: http://tinyurl.com/3bvx7z |
Listening to The Scorpions. For work. |
