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july 5, 2000. My job doesn't exactly suck these days. It's that I'm used to more: more responsibility, more comfortable surroundings, more control, nicer people. When I'm at work, I feel like I'm spinning my wheels in the mud. There's just too much keeping me up at night, too much keeping me on the run in the evenings to make room for a low level clerical job.
I think that if I get any offers past nest week, I'm going to turn them down.
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Listening to Cocktail: shaken & stirred, an album of Canadian rock covered by various cutting edge Canadian lounge acts. Very appropriate for the first week of July, I think. This is a strange, strange album, kids. I've been drifting towards it for a few years in an extremely aimless way - I picked up ClintEastWoodyAllenAlda in the same haze and thoroughly enjoyed it. Night & day though. In this album they seem to have purposefully picked the blandest of bland Canrock...and in the fabled days before the Tragically Hip once-an-hour radio play laws, the vast majority of Canadian pop was crap. Even when it was popular, there was a certain, well, vacancy about it. The play list of the album is as follows (I've never done this before; just indulge me okay?):
For each song, a dance and a drink is recommended in the liner notes. Very Jaymz Bee - he is, after all, the man who drives a pink car covered in doll faces.
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That's it for tonight, kids. I have yet to download a reliable FTP program and my computer hasn't crashed tonight - which means I'm due for at least another 2 total breakdowns before this entry will see the light of day. Cripes.
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