A glass just fell off my counter. It was there for about 20 minutes undisturbed, and then just fell off. As far as I can tell, it jumped. Perhaps is felt EMPTY.
I thought I’d leave a gap so people could laugh heartily. Anyway, it wasn’t until I was sweeping up that I realised I’d screamed “SWEET TUPPENNY FUCK!” in my shock. I wonder where that came from.
In keeping with my retrograde self analyses, here’s a video that I posted on bebo 6 years ago. I was mostly made of nonsense when I was 17, but I think it was the year when my taste in music said “Here. Juuuust here. This is where I am now, and where I’ll be if you need me in the next ever.” I can argue with my punctuation and strange taste in clothes (I looked like a space hooker. Thanks for not telling me, EVERYBODY) but I can’t argue with my taste in rockin’ tunes.
I think I actually posted this in 2007 when I was 18. I love Spoon and I love robots.