or i'm still alive and there's nothing i want to do

[phineasjones]

every time i get into my car lately, i have to listen to the same four songs over and over again. they might be giants.

birdhouse in your soul
istanbul (not constantinople)
your racist friend
particle man

in addition to being all around brilliant songs, they are all peppy and serve to brighten my mood considerably at any given moment. but i'm a little hoarse now from singing at the top of my voice to and from rehearsal.
oh, and, nothing against lucky ball and chain and dead which come in between these other four, i just have a special liking for these.

i should be listening to them now. for i am cranky. or something else. like jobless and depressed. so, as i am not a general fan of the public moping*, i shall take my droopy self to bed now. 'night.

*mine, i don't mind other people's so much

Comments

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[anabelwumpkins.livejournal.com]

duck tour? well, what am i waiting for? (well, besides for someone to find me an apartment and a job and drag me out of the safe embrace of family. but that'll happen sometime.)

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[phineasjones.livejournal.com]

duck tour (http://www.bostonducktours.com)

and there are other safe embraces over here...
the apartment and job though... clearly i'm not the best person to be giving that advice. :)

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[anabelwumpkins.livejournal.com]

delightful! and as for a job... if there are people like "conDUCKtors" out there in boston, surely i'd be able to find some sort of equally satisfying employment *g*