So the ads on Pandora change when one changes their station. When I'm listening to my electronica/Jazz station I am a frequenter of 7-11,
wear Levi jeans, and can afford sirius satellite radio. But when I'm listening to my punky indie girly electric rock I need Fabreeze and Plan-b birth control. So half the time I'm a hip, late night music aficionado, the other half of the time I'm a smelly and too stupid to use condoms.
Cheers!

I went to the trouble of deleting all of the insanely out-dated posts from this journal, and may be using this fresh space as a NaNoWriMo journal, or a craft centered one, or both. For now, I'm leaving it clean and pretty so if anyone from a community I'm part of decides to check here they won't see the ancient rants of an irritated high school girl.