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someday
at work today i played a lot of snood, and then discovered that the office closed at 3. i thought to myself "hmm. how can i properly celebrate this momentous occasion of getting out of work early?" and then it hit me: go to harvard square. so, to harvard square i went, i've been there a few times recently, checking out othermusic. well, today i realized something rather amazing: there are 4 great record stores withing like 50 feet of one another. two used places, and then other music and newbury comics. i spent like two billion dollars. here's the rundown:
from othermusic: olivia tremor contol - black foliage volume 1
from in your ear: the sugarcubes - it's-it, galaxie 500 - the portable galaxie 500, neutral milk hotel - on avery island, mary timony - mountains
from planet records: the velvet underground - the velvet underground and nico, the twilight singers - twilight as played by,,,, the starlight mints - the dream that stuff was made of, mercury rev - yerself is steam
from newbury comics: modest mouse - the fruit that ate itself, death cab for cutie - something about airplanes, vic chesnutt and mr. and mrs. keneipp - merriment, the sings - oh, inverted world, magnetic fields - holiday, and a silver mt. zion - he has left us alone but shafts of light sometimes grace the corner of our rooms
fifteen albums when said and done. not bad. still can't find that fucking mum release. anyway, the whole ordeal took me like 3 hours, but naturally i lost track of time.
got back, met lori adam oly katie and mike and ground round, ate food, went to lori's sisters' place. we watched the real world debut, it was cool. it was weird, lori's mom was in the next room, which was funny as hell. but i mean, as i watch it, it's totally lori. but lori is odd, and imagining what the millions of people who DON'T know lori think when they watch her just blows my mind. i'm used to her and her quirks and everything, but to them, she's just a random girl and ... wow, i don't know.
then after that we did a peterik powerhour, which got many of us rip roaring drunk. lots of fun there. then 6 people for a cab ride home and my left testicle squashed by fasano. hooray.
oh, i forgot my birthday. katie gave me the faggiest gift ever. bath and body works products. cucumber melon and pearberry shower gel and then rasberry hand soap with the crunchies in it. it's totally gay, but i'm totally excited for it all. karleen made me a cake, and then i got home to various phone and im messages. i honestly don't remember setting my away message to 'it's my birthday.' that's fucking weird, it's like something i would do while drunk, but apparently i did it while sober.
no, i just had a thought. i think adam set it. because, i really don't think i did it, and he sat at my computer. i just called to find out if my brilliant sleuthing was correct, but there was no answer. but i'm pretty sure it was him.
and now, i have 15 cds to unwrap and orgasm over. goodnith.