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bollocks, you bloody wankers
Listened to some tunes at work, then came home, napped, and went to legal with the fam. had some salmon which was fine, but seriously not all that great. Dimitrios' cuisine still reigns supreme.
Then i went to pick up Katie at the airport and what a fuckup that was. After waiting 25-30 minutes at the ATA gate in terminal B, i found out that flights from chicago were arriving at terminal D. So i went to terminal D and waited there for a while. A pilot guy suggested that maybe I check back at B since katie may have heard about the screwup and walked to where she was supposed to be picked up. I went back to Terminal B and there was no one there. I went back to D and looked around some more. and then i did one last sweep of the two terminals. No katie. So, after an hour, i went home.
I learned some important things tonight. First, the goodness of the spiritualized album i have was reinforced. it's some over the stop glitzy stuff, but i love it. they've got an orchestra AND the london community gospel chorus. you play those songs loud and it's just like "hello. we are spiritualized. we are here to own your sorry ass." and i also learned that the whiskeytown disc i picked up is perfect night music. perhaps even moreso than the twilight singers.
And finally, I've got some news. Ever since 1997, music critics and fans alike have been searching madly for this like the holy grail of the music world. I'm not sure why they felt the need to fill this void, but they did. They tried to say they had discovered it time and time again, except it never fully panned out. And there is a reason. They were looking in the wrong place and finding false prophets. After four long years, their search is finally over. They need look no further because I am the grail they were seeking. Yes, I am the American Radiohead.
Now I know this may come as a shock to some of you, but it's not going to change me. I'm still going to be the same old me, except now i will be jaded with fame and in about 3 years I will begin my dizzying spiral towards ruin. But until then, autographs are free and photo opportunities will be arranged in exchange for sexual favors.
Cheers.