Instead, apparently Devendra Banhart is bein' her baby. I'd post a link or something, but I'm lazy, which is beyond obvious since I haven't posted a blog in 50 years.
(By the way, am I the only one in the universe that's realized Devendra Banhart totally stole his voice from Marc Bolan? I mean, come the fuck on.)
Whatevs.
I have been gone with all the going-ons and have-beens and has-whats and such.
What?
But I suppose I'm back, since I'm sick of looking at anything I write that's a rant. I actually haven't been truly angry in ages-- that is, up until today. I've discovered that being genuinely pissed off makes me somewhat of a badass, even if that just means listening to Doolittle way too loud in my car.
Speaking of my car...
Yeah, it rules.
Tomorrow will be a day full of ceremony and hogwash, but it is okay. Why? Because I was smart and, unlike you, went and saw Animal Collective on Saturday. They were brillllliant.
I almost forgot the subject line. It is referring to this, as a questionable possibility for a new haircut:
But maybe with bangs, like:
Not that I look like either of them, but glue my face on it or something.
The strange thing about this blog is that the 2 people who read it are so damn similar and will never know it.
/I'm out.
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(By the way, am I the only one in the universe that's realized Devendra Banhart totally stole his voice from Marc Bolan? I mean, come the fuck on.)
been saying this for years.
Let's make some pancakes.
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