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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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Friday, April 1   >>

THE BEGINNING OF THE END

Started another blog. I'll be happy to share it with you if you can manage a way to communicate with me. It's already a lot more focused than this place.

HugoStop (formely Mixed Tapes of My Life) was a lot of inner-monologuing. Lots of spilled truths, lots of embarrassing moments, lots of awakening, but all a completely honest account of 28% of my life. Some of you stayed on from the beginning (since 2002!) and I'm grateful for that. I met some of you guys and you've all been cool and encouraging.

I hate final goodbyes in the same way I hate series finales -- they're always way too fucking sad and always have a sense of creepiness, and there's always that feeling of being both very aware and completely unprepared for the void that's going to come.

So let's ride this one out with a few more days of shitty jokes, stories of strengthened confidence, admissions of days where spirits are so low they're immeasurable, and some more junk about music you probably don't care about.

UPDATE: It's been brought to my attention that this may be an April Fools joke. Sorry, doodz, my pranks are all concentrated on The Girlfriend.