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sometimes I am just too tired to make sense.

thus, I deny myself permission to blog and instead grant myself permission to fall in love with my personalized soundtracks.

therefore I present to you, jumbled lyrics from my latest 19 track musical frankenstein.

*high tens to anyone that can ‘name that song’… for at least 3.

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I know that we are young

and I know that you may love me

but I wish I lived in the golden age

giving it up on the broadway stage

flying away from reality

whatever happened to gravity

You don't want to hurt me

but see how deep the bullet lies

You left me in the dark

in the shadow of your heart

I want a man by my side

not a boy who runs and hides

i cant tell you what it really is i can only tell you what it feels like

I feel like I can’t miss

I know you want me to fall

Jumping out the window

Letting everything go

I bring it to the light, Its only right

She say she want whatever she like

She say she gonna bring her friend

You smashed a plate over my head

then I set fire to our bed

where are you my friend so true

how come my love gone make you blue

my heart thump not from being nervous

sometimes i think i was made on purpose

dry my eyes so you wont know

dry my eyes so i wont show

shock me like an electric eel

you'll feel the need. there is no way to return.

turn me on with your electric feel

My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it

so tell me when my sigh's over

you're the reason why i'm closed

EXP 01092010

all things expire.

the daily California earthquakes are reminding me of that. they are also reminding me that I should stock up on water, canned goods, batteries, and fashionable clothing. because, I want to at least slowly die in style.
but what would be worse than dying in an apocalyptic world wearing granny panties, a striped turtleneck, and that old pair of american eagle jeans that are slightly too short and no longer complimenting?
my Zen batteries running out of juice.
(for all you iPod's, a Zen is a mp3 player that is far superior)

death to tunes?! without my Hot Chip, my Santogold, my Air, my XX, my Dirty Projectors, my Lykke Li, my Karen Oh...

I mean, that is simply too many roles of fame for me to take over for my own amusement. let us be realistic. I can only assume - at most - 3 musical personas at any point in time. even if that point in time is the END of time and microphones are no longer in existence.

< * if I sing in a Magic Mic device that has no battery juice remaining, will I still make noise? >

I digress.

the earth is shaking. and my instinct tells me to freeze and quit breathing every time it happens. I am pretty sure this is the wrong thing to do. but, I will stick to my instinct...
and hope there isn't a quake that is over 2 minutes long.

in other news...
...Dear Justin Beiber, you want to give your girl everything she needs? How about a protractor, 5 folders, a magnetic mirror for her locker, and a bookmark. (but it's ok, I still like you)
...stress zits are 0% fun and 100% stressful.. thus turning in to a never ending cycle
...new unrealistic 2010 goal? be in a Lady Gaga music video