ohhh world cup 2010. you've left me bruised and battered and emotionally unstable. my initial joy and excitement have been replaced with a lingering depression and a serious hatred for (most) european nations. even spain. i feel not unlike a displaced soccer fan taking refuge by riding (reluctantly, mind you...) spain's stupid coattails. but i guess i do appreciate españa for making germany feel the sting of loss (although, i'm pretty sure they feel that on a daily basis...it's germany for eff's sake. nobody's winning with guttural language and a steady diet of sauerbraten and spatzle. sorry, still bitter.) ps, maureen has informed me that yet another miracle psychic animal exists...this time not paul the octopus*, but some sort of soccer prodigy parrot. whatever it is, it allegedly favors the netherlands and therefore i hate it. ps where do i channel my overflowing emotions once the world cup is over? this is soon to be of concern. anyways, here are your beatz and bleepz for the weekend. and don't forget to save a dance for claudia kishi, babysitter extraordinaire. she'll be sharing her bday with the world cup final.
dust-chemical
future-beatbot
horus-ishivu
love hits the fan-phonat
rising drunk stars-f.o.o.l
eruption-valerna
astronaut candy-muffin
love-visitor
world cup 2010 final bonus:
vuvuzela beat-ghostdad
*UPDATE! paul the octopus has chosen spain for the world cup win! if he's right, i will follow in the footsteps of jose andres and take pulpo off my dietary menu for the rest of my life. not that that's difficult...i rarely eat it anyway.
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