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Greetings from ice planet Hoth
Twenty minutes out of the cold and I think my fingers are finally starting to regain motor function. ahfl;s. Oops not quite. I went to pick up my paycheck today and upon entering the building I seriously considered submerging my hands into a gigantic fresh-brewed thermos of coffee. My coworker thought this was a bad (and unsanitary) idea, so I restrained myself. At least it's pretty outside. The snowflakes are so fat they look fake.
BTW, I leave this wet pile for sunny El Paso on Sunday. You can bet I'm going to eat so many fucking churros when I get there.
For Christmas all I want are these tights:
and The Dark Knight.
p.s. Of Montreal's sugary nuggets of freak pop have been making me so, so happy lately.
1 comment:
have you heard their early 4-track recordings? each song title is about dustin hoffman!!! it's super awesome and plus i found it at the electric fetus in st. cloud which is the last place i saw your brother but when i saw your brother that was not the trip i bought the cd on i think i got the cd maybe sometime before a trip where i saw your brother i think he was walking around and telling people to use less electricity because st. johns was having some sort of contest with other private minnesota schools but anyways i listen to it quite often and you should try and find it because it's good but not nearly as good as cherry peel but better than their new album but still not as good as ice cream that's just starting to melt. the end!
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