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I am a Los Angeles-based twentysomething. I have a profession, and I have a secret life in music, and this blog isn't about any of that. I like Blogger because I can't read what you're thinking.

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Monday, August 31   >>

EMOTI-CON

You're all frauds.

And you hate to look in the mirror because of it.

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Most of my friends are middle-class to sub-middle-class, but the actual conversation about class has never, ever come up. Why? We're too busy listening to music, watching films we like (and not bad ones for the sake of being ironic) and, clearly, too busy to tell anybody about it on the internet. We're just ...the definition of cool, really.

I especially enjoy the fact that some of my friends aren't registered on any social web hubs. I like to call them ghosts. No one might notice them, but they sure as hell see everything.

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I've started a trend at parties called "No Cameras Allowed."

You know, so we'll all remember it in our heads.

Camera pops out, we smash it to bits. Now that's a memory I'd love to have.

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It is currently 105 degrees (F) on this high horse.

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Someone has to make a .gif of Pete Cambpell dancing on last night's episode. Did I just see the fucking Charleston?