now i know i'm not old, but it sure does feel like it sometimes. i popped in an album the other day, and had an old timer's flashback: buying it- in canada, before it was released stateside. dancing around with my friend on her parent's boat, and canada day, and the old lady on roller blades who couldn't have been more happy if you'd paid her... then (with much reluctance), i checked the date on the liner notes. 1995. i've had this album for 12 years? i've had albums longer than that- but there was just something about seeing it in print that gave me a start. the bulk of my cd collection is still britpop and indie rock, from my radio station days... i used to be so cool.
speaking of old- mister is turning 30 next week, and i still haven't come up with a genius evil plan. i still haven't recovered from last year's evil plan:
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Why didn't you save the big surprise for 30, you silly goose?!
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