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it was either 11:00 or 1:00 or maybe it was 3:15

Oh, man. People. People have issues. I'm not the only one.

I don't want this blog to die. Not yet.

Sinead O'Connor - The Last Day Of Our Acquaintaince

Sinead is like the chlamydia of '90s alt; itchy and unforgettable. Something to talk about unabashedly when you're brave, years later at parties. I first became familiar with this song during the denouement of Bret Easton Ellis' "Glamorama". That's a good book, when you can handle it.

But regardless of that context, it's a song you could dedicate on all-night radio to half a dozen people who've since been left behind. Because as these early twenty-something years accumulate, nothing much is accomplished but goodbyes, when even still acquaintances are now just a facebook search away...

-kam, i guess

Buy Sinead O'Connor's "So Far...: Best Of" And go ahead and search out anything after. It's pope-rippingly eclectic!

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