went to dr. wax today after lunch, looking for some stuff that they did not, it turns out, actually have.
all day yesterday i spent moping about how come i can’t find a place online to sell me a single replacement LP jacket (or, more accurately, a quantity less than ten) or single relacement LP inner sleeves (again more accurately, fewer than one hundred). i finally decided that the next time i was in a used record store, i’d ask them if they would sell me a couple. so what did i do today when i was in a used record store? i freaking forgot. of course. because i’m a dipshit. argh.Browsing Posts published by sabrina
okay, there are some things i kind of miss sometimes about living downstate.
i think that any jury in the state would let me off scot-free if i were to break into my next-door neighbor’s apartment and steal their bloody stereo speakers. some of us are trying to listen to our own music, please.
if you cannot use audio equipment responsibly, then you ought not to be allowed to have it at all. argh.rachel, christina, and i just traumatized dozens of northside patrons by actually — gasp — dancing to the music that the deejay was spinning. that was pretty awesome.
then rachel and i sat out on the curb at milwaukee-north-damen for forty minutes or so and speculated about various things, such as how come nobody who passed us actually appeared to be poor. and god bless the bartender at elliott’s tonight who was serving me doubles of a’bunadh for $7 apiece. you are truly a generous, benevolent person.
