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i am glad today because i discovered louisville kentucky has an oont chick station. my friend alex calls it the rave cave. i never went to raves. like rock'n'roll and just about any other musical thing that has happened, i missed out on the drug-addled euphoria part and came in after all those people either went to jail or went into hiding. i mean, i've never done any drugs, there is a velvet rope between us.

anyway, i was bummed that i got this new car and my stupid tape player is busted. but now i can hear new things i've never heard before. i did this weird guinea pig thing at u of l once where they blind folded me and tested my physical memory sorta... anyway, they put headphones on me and asked me what i wanted to listen to and i picked daft punk. and all these daft punkish bands would play. this is like that. this is not my drug-haze rave cave, this is my blind-folded personal party.

well, my writing sucks right now because i am sitting outside qdoba on poplar level road testing the new wireless card which i know nothing about. it is just a bit cold for sitting outside typing. i was listening to a band called Milky, an oont chick band.

this blog sucks... i cant think out here. i'll fix this shit later...

oh, one thing about oont chicks in my car, as my euphoria rises, my driving ability decreases proportionately. so if you see me driving and i look like i'm having a real good time, uh, dont get too close!