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Jun. 29th, 2004 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iceinyourmusicI have this theory that Spin is actually not so much a magazine as a by-product of the entire staff's collective wet dream, where their diligent writing of elaborate love letters to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs finally pays off and one of them gets to fuck Karen O.
Had to take time off from work today to 1) get my eyes checked (ooooh boy) and 2) shop for wedding wear. Guh. I bought three pairs of pants and two shirts for work but, other than that, found nothing. In my desperation, I even went intothe pits of the Hell on Earth where Teenies Go to Die Hennes&Mauritz for a look.
And then I killed myself.
Yeah, no, technically, I didn't, but it didn't seem like such a bad idea when the 47th Avril song kicked in, and I noticed I was clutching a slinky polka-dotted faux-retro number and wondering whether I might get away with wearing it to the wedding, because it really was the coolest fucking thing I had ever seen.
Still, just in case I've accidentally managed to fool anyone about the exact and precise and complete extent of my dorkitude, the current in-use ring tones in my mobile phone are as follows: I Drive Myself Crazy; Cry Me a River; Blowing Me Up; Some Girls Dance With Women; Space Cowboy. The codeword for the last one is spacecow. It delights me to no end. Spacecow! It's also my secret superhero identity.
Had to take time off from work today to 1) get my eyes checked (ooooh boy) and 2) shop for wedding wear. Guh. I bought three pairs of pants and two shirts for work but, other than that, found nothing. In my desperation, I even went into
And then I killed myself.
Yeah, no, technically, I didn't, but it didn't seem like such a bad idea when the 47th Avril song kicked in, and I noticed I was clutching a slinky polka-dotted faux-retro number and wondering whether I might get away with wearing it to the wedding, because it really was the coolest fucking thing I had ever seen.
Still, just in case I've accidentally managed to fool anyone about the exact and precise and complete extent of my dorkitude, the current in-use ring tones in my mobile phone are as follows: I Drive Myself Crazy; Cry Me a River; Blowing Me Up; Some Girls Dance With Women; Space Cowboy. The codeword for the last one is spacecow. It delights me to no end. Spacecow! It's also my secret superhero identity.
