Thursday, February 17, 2011

fancy pants

I just spent the last two days in Memphis.  I'm always on the fence about whether I could live there or not.  I think I would actually really like it.  I mean, good food, music, and not too expensive.  Definately dirty.  If someone would give me a job there, I think I would easily move.  And love it.

I've noticed a theme in these posts, and it's a little pessimistic and critical.  That's not cool.  I need to change my tune.  Who cares about what constitutes an artist?  As long as someone is happy doing what they do, it shouldn't matter.  I can be such an asshole. 

I love hearing a British boy say, "I fancy you.  Do you fancy me?"  American boys can't do that.

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