When most people refer to making impulsive moves, they’re usually referring to very small projects.
“Oh I think I’ll bake a cake.”
“Forget it. I quit.”
I’ve decided that I love Ryan Leslie’s new album…and I’m not the gushing type. I tire of things fairly quickly…actually I’m going to change that. I tire of things at rates comparable to the speed of light. Yet, I find myself playing this album over and over and over again. My Last.FM scrobbler is probably gonna have that name BURNED into the window!
Well, I cannot find reliable tour info about him. The websites I visited show two dates in March at S.O.B.’s. Hmm… If that’s the only time you plan to perform Mr. Leslie, I will have to save up my measly stipend and hopefully a tax refund check. This morning I decided that I am going to NY next week or two weeks… whenever it is. I must be there. Now this isn’t such a big deal, but that also means I must completely characterize my mutant library before I go.
E. coli...
Oh science, you make a girl’s dreams so difficult.
From Here...
....to here.
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