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Sunday, Sept. 08, 2002 - mini trucks suck.
4:30 pm
today the moral of the story comes before the story. and it's in the soil, goddamnit.

the moral of the story is: my cd player in my car sucks it and i need a new one.

so today i'm at work making tacos like a good little taco human, and the boss human tells me to go to the store and get ten pounds of tomatoes. so i do. and i go get in my car and go to the grocery store across the street for i am lazy and don't want to cross lincoln way on foot carrying ten pounds of tomatoes.

the cd player works fine, and i'm grooving out to bright eyes - on a balance beam on the way there.

i go get the tomatoes, come out to the car, and lo and behold, the fucking thing doesn't work. the radio works fine if i pop out the tape thing that connects my little discman to the car speakers, but if i put the tape in and press play...no blissful conor obersty goodness.

i am jane's extreme hatred for shitty cd players.

and it still won't work.

i am displeased.

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If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall then I think we'd see the beauty then we'd stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told between the fault lines and the soil. ~ Bright Eyes - Bowl of Oranges

...or the story is in the soil, keep your ear to the ground.