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shiny objects

Tuesday, May 23, 2006


Killeen Time
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Panic!


So I've been living the married life with Zack, spending my days in the townhouse recovering from the slings and arrows of Wash U. Today, I am sick. Weak. You know, that slow, viral, body ache. But that's alright. I don't have anything to do or anywhere I have to go. I can sleep all day, if I want to.

And I have. And it's good. Fuck everyone with an agenda. I'm in estevation.

I've put a thought or two towards writing my memoirs, but nothing serious as of yet. I don't know. Something tells me that the market would be perfect for them about now. Just LOOK at the shit that makes it on the New York Times bestseller list these days. All I'd have to do to ensure success is charm Oprah.

The city itself is mostly strip-mall, smeared on both sides of the freeway, punctuated by housing developments. Mostly army types live here, which is unsurprising, considering Fort Hood is one of the area's central features.

Zack has block leave from June 3rd until June 18th. On the last day of his leave, he and I will go see Panic At The Disco in Austin. If you haven't listened to them yet, I HIGHLY reccomend them. They weave energetic melodies with lilting beats without a single weak spot. Accoustic guitar and electronic synthesizer meld delightfully with the lead singer's boyish tenor as he patters through intricate, thoughtful, entertaining lyrics. Sublime! DO check them out, no matter what sort of music you enjoy. They sound like the bastard child of a swing band, Cake, Darude, and The Dresden Dolls.

I'm very excited.


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