So I get home last night, after sitting outside in the cold in the parking lot at work... wait. Let me start over. The lunar eclipse last night? Gorgeous. And back to the original route I was taking!
I get home last night, and my roommate informs me that our house computer has, indeed, crashed. Whomp, whomp. So all of my photos, gone. Songs, gone. Everything.
That makes me one insanely sad panda. And I regret not uploading those onto photobucket when I had the chance, which were many. BLAST!
Hopefully, we'll get it up and running again, but in the meantime, we have the other computer set up for the radio station only, no email etc.
Thus why I'm in a library.
I don't like sitting at the library. Waltzing around, sure, but sitting? Nay. There's too many people that make me uncomfortable here.
but my time is just about up, so I have to cut this short.
time flies.
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I used to go to the library after school, all the goth kidz wuld hang out thare.... books r gawffix.
Books. check em out.
like cars and pars playing electric guitars and cars that work hard, playing the boulevard. like a heavy weight champ.. hitting the amp.
books check 'em out.
at your library.
I never understand why they rapped all that shit that didn't make sense. Like.. who hits an amp? and how do you play a boulevard?
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