Thursday, September 30, 2010

we dance to the beat of bad kissers clinking teeth


I had a wonderful trip to San Francisco. What a beautiful place for a city. Why would anyone want to live anywhere else? Cost. Housing is ridiculously expensive, but probably worth it. Let's all just move there together. If we pool our money, we can get a 2-bedroom apartment. :)


Almost immediately after I returned from my trip, I went for a job interiew at a firm in Indianapolis, which went well, as I have accepted the position. i'm very excited about getting back to Indy. Living in Muncie always felt like a temporary thing, so I never invested much of myself into living here, so it always felt like I was wasting my life being here. So it's a relief for that to be coming to an end. I have appointments on Saturday to look at a few places, but I can commute until I get moved.


And finally, Robyn has released "Body Talk, Part 2," the second of three ep's she's putting out this year. There is simply no better pop music being created right now. Who knew that the girl singing "Show Me Love" when I was in high school would end up making such fantastic music. Since I'll never write enough blog posts to use some of the lines I want to use for titles, I'll put a couple here. "Even the Vatican knows not to fuck with me." "Some snitch punk at legal aid stole my voucher for court clothes." "Can I get a beat-beat for all of my whachamacallits doing whatever and with whomever they like." "We dance to the beat of your brain not evelving fast enough." "We need a black pope and she better be a woman. better be no more celibacy."

Thanks for indulging me.

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