I must say, I've fallen in love with the musical genre. It's the artform of the common man. If you want to communicate something to the proletariat, cover it in sequins and make it sing. It's noisy, vulgar and utterly meaningless... I love it. Darren Nichols, I love you so hard.
I'm slacking tonight. Does anyone have any "I swear by this non-prescription not-caffeine thing" that they might recommend to me that would help increase focus and concentration? I'm drifting at work and I have tons of stuff I need to get to, but caffeine makes me freak out.
Also? You should sing me songs. Leave me something groovy in comments? Tags: s&a where it's at: couch perfection I feel funny and my pants are: musical the world is singing and it sounds like: Vex Not His Ghost, Slings and Arrows
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