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It's 10 p.m. on a Friday night

The Pet Shop Boys are doing this thing where they re-release new versions of older lps with some new material; of course, I’m lapping it all up like pablum.

I can’t stop thinking of Wendy’s wake, from a personal point of view.  Of course.  IT’S ALL ABOUT ME.

fOR FUCK’S SAKE.  I’m going to bed.

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