
You think to yourself something about how cleaning up makes you feel good, makes you feel like you got something done. So you're sorting out old photos you made, a trip down mem'ry lane and all that. How nice. Except these pictures aren't that good. Didn't we make some good pictures? Where'd they go? We're a Master aren't we? Then you write the sort of weblog, no, BLOG entry that you dislike & type in the 2nd & 3rd person (maybe). You want to think better of pressing Save this entry but you don't.
Also, for a second you were thinking that the Streets record, the first one, was better than you remembered but then, after awhile, you decide that it's just about as good as you remember. You should've just listened to the Lily Allen record again.
Posted by Rob at July 7, 2006 3:14 PM | TrackBack