"let's get it on" by Marvin Gaye.
that's right, you heard me. in the elevator at uni, make eye contact with a stranger, and those wonderful first three notes go off. time to get down.
juggling update; mill's, i will clean your mess! burke, your barrage cannot faze me!
Mike's party was okay, not good, not bad, just kinda okay. i was expecting more.
but evan? you ask, plain text like this is boring.
- Correct!
- i just looked out the window and saw the fly zapper just aboce the head of my reflection, i though i must have had wonderful idea
- listening to michel thomas's langauge tapes. the french one isn't half bad.
- need to pick up keyboard/piano again. guitar is no good for me. everything is weird and uncomfortable, it's like sex with a man. i'm not saying it's bad, just not for me.
- rule three, there is no three. *fnord*there is a three but the illuminati have shut it down?*fnord*
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