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Sigh. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds played Toronto last night, and it was so fucking brilliant I can't think about anything else and now I'm massively depressed. Well, it's 80% "bloody hell they kicked my arse," 10% "I want to be a rock star," and another 10% "I suck." A good mix altogether. So, I would either like suggestions as to what to do with my sorry life, or at least a vote: should I become a rock star in order to quell my depression? I play flute, guitar, saxophone, piano, and bass, but I'm much happier playing things that aren't instruments (bubble wrap, rice-down-the-stairs, bicycle spokes). What should I do? |
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