thisisnotreallyablogforreal
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
The Long Rider was a long, skinny, bendy, skateboardy thingy.
I might be a little lax on posting. I am going out of town for awhile.
I wish I were one of those people who carry around their laptops with them wherever they go and spend half their lives on the internet, but—--no actually I don’t.
I don’t even own a laptop, and if I ever become one of those people will somebody please grab my shoulders, look me straight in the eye and say, “Mindy, you dumb naughty bitch, (that part is superfluous, but it might turn me on) life is short get off your computer!”
I just finished 2 more songs for the CD. It’s going really well. I played the bass guitar for one of them and it was a lot of fun. It felt very sexy. I’ll post some samples soon.
This is an unfocused, unfunny, and rather pointless post, but I have to pack, and I think at any minute I may lose my stolen wireless connection. It’s the first time I’ve stolen anything since 1987, when I took cherry flavored mood lipstick, and bubble tape from Arbor Drugs in West Bloomfield, MI. I felt awful that day as I traveled back to my house on my Long Rider.
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I wish I were one of those people who carry around their laptops with them wherever they go and spend half their lives on the internet, but—--no actually I don’t.
I don’t even own a laptop, and if I ever become one of those people will somebody please grab my shoulders, look me straight in the eye and say, “Mindy, you dumb naughty bitch, (that part is superfluous, but it might turn me on) life is short get off your computer!”
I just finished 2 more songs for the CD. It’s going really well. I played the bass guitar for one of them and it was a lot of fun. It felt very sexy. I’ll post some samples soon.
This is an unfocused, unfunny, and rather pointless post, but I have to pack, and I think at any minute I may lose my stolen wireless connection. It’s the first time I’ve stolen anything since 1987, when I took cherry flavored mood lipstick, and bubble tape from Arbor Drugs in West Bloomfield, MI. I felt awful that day as I traveled back to my house on my Long Rider.
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