morgueville,heartland living.

the songs on my ipod are aural raping me everytime i turn them on. (which reminds me of course, rachel balota, if you are reading this, i still owe you hundred bucks and my geepeetutor's yann martel is still with you. the hundred bucks have to wait though. i hope you are not broke or anything.) and i am too broke to get the cable and transfer my songs over. my financial situation this year is the worst yet. i have sunken deep into recession. and i cannot wait to get out of it. i have got tonnes of things on my cosmic shopping cart and i need to get 'em off. this despite my tantric-shopping method by convincing myself a bohemian lifestyle does not include consumerism (which is essentially empty.) and meanwhile, feeling my mind with imaginery things that i own. not very wise since my mind is much better off filled up with economic terms and whatsayyousforthebigfuckingAs this time of the year.



the thrills are my absolute favourite band of the moment. thanks mui.


earwax: the thrills - your love is like las vegas