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Everybody I used to know in school seems to be visiting me in my dreams this week. And then dying a bloody death. While I dress up in fantasy costumes.

In other equally exciting news, I'm re-organizing and pruning my cd collection once again. So far I've managed to pull out:

tori amos: boys for pele - the one i never could make friends with.
the donnas: spend the night - why i ever bought it in the first place, i'll never know.
sarah mclachlan: surfacing - "i'm so over her," she says.
nirvana: bleach - when was the last time i listened to that? pray, when?
beth orton: central reservation - yawn. pardon me.
save the last dance, soundtrack - bought in budapest once upon a time; the sappiness of "shining through" colours the entire record for me, although it does have the only pink song i really really like.

(I haven't quite decided what I mean to do with them now, though, so, seeing how it's the season for giving and what-never, if anyone's tastes run to such a peculiar direction that they'd need any of these, feel free to email me with your addy.)

- I'm in love with the unpopular opinions meme. And, hey, as usual, I seem to agree with everyone. Esp. re all the opinions that seem to be most popular on my flist. And can I make that my unpopular opinion? "My unpopular opinions are less popular than your unpopular opinions." Anyway, not because I have anything to say, but because I'm feeling lemmingish:

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