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And all the bridges blown away keep floating up

listening to Liz Phair's Exile in Guyville conjurs up memories, as categorized by:

The Good
Playing it on repeat, singing along with Cupcake, somewhere on the open highways of Wyoming

The Bad
Holed up in the spare room after a fight with the Ex, playing it on repeat, trying to work through the anger, until the nonstop sound of Divorce Song drove him crazy

The Weirdly Neutral
Washing dishes on a spring afternoon, windows thrown open, enjoying the sun and breeze and marveling at the genius of "Fuck and Run"

these are only a few of the things this album reminds me of...i could write an entire book about my relationship with this record

4:01 pm - 22.04.08

sounds: liz phair - exile in guyville
words:
i am: remembering

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