celebration, exhalation

Phew!

Finally, after almost three years, Pandora is properly pandering (heh) to my lousy musical tastes; my Mirah radio station is serving up gem after gem, a good twenty minutes have passed with nary a thumbs down, and I’m finding myself more than content in gentle lo-fi grandeur (no, “lo-fi grandeur” is not an oxymoron–I know what I mean), and by the by who knew that Mirah was queer–tfti, Wikipedia!

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