30.4.08

She is the kind of girl that walks into a punk rock bar and plays "every little thing she does is magic" on the jukebox. Her boyfriend (mastering space invaders) gripes to his 2nd player, "No she did not just play this song." I am waiting for her second song with baited breath..... Don't Worry About a Thing" by Bob Marley.... Correction her bf is playing galaga.

Next song is Sublime - the band that is. she is shaking her body - she must be dancing.

If was younger I would loathe her and her mediocrity. Good thing I am too old to be so judgmental.

Let's be honest here - her job at smart and final prevents her from partaking in the occasional hit that her common law husband dallies in. So she dances to the pseudo riddims in an attempt to set herself free.

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