Monday, July 26, 2004

You remember Semisonic, don't you?

Semisonic: that name evokes memories of a bar emptying out at "Closing Time", when all the sad lonely lads scrambled to get a date - any date; when inebriated patrons struggled to finish their last-minute purchases; when the hardcore nightlife soldiers discussed in slurred tones their next plan of attack. Those were the days. As much as I don't want to relive them, I would always cherish them.

Awww... fuck it... might as well do it this weekend.

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