So, it was definitely time for a change, which pretty much meant a new username, after... what... seven years? What can I say? I was on crack, and no, I won't share with you.
But, the new name = Mixtapes are Antiquated! 'Tis a sad truth, I know, but I do adore mixtapes... even if they are a wee bit technologically passé. Emoface. I like to pretend that when I burn CDs they are mixtapes, like the ones I used to make in the good old days, i.e. before pimples, braces, and shaving (you know, when we could still be cool wearing gellies, stirrup pants, and LipSmackers necklace chains to school), by recording my favorite songs off the radio. Nostalgia. I still have them, too, bitches. If you make me a mixtape, you'll have my heart and I will love you forever and ever.
P.S. I'm not dead. I'm just busy growing up, or rather, attempting to slow the process. Can anyone direct me to Neverland (and don't give me that second star to the left and straight on 'til morning bull. Vicious lies! Talk about being vague...) puh-lease?
Peace.
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