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Driving down the freeway with my Gaga glasses on, radio cranked all the way.Too tired to headbang, so I compensate by belting (entirely too loudly) the lyrics to Nickelback at a stoplight. It's curious how, though we are maybe four feet apart, I can hear me, and the blonde 20-something beside me can't. Through the rolled-up windows, maybe she just thinks I'm talking to myself because I'm lonely. I crack the window just a bit and scream until the light turns green.
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Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 1:54 PM UTC
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Driving down the freeway with my Gaga glasses on, radio cranked all the way.Too tired to headbang, so I compensate by belting (entirely too loudly) the lyrics to Nickelback at a stoplight. It's curious how, though we are maybe four feet apart, I can hear me, and the blonde 20-something beside me can't. Through the rolled-up windows, maybe she just thinks I'm talking to myself because I'm lonely. I crack the window just a bit and scream until the light turns green.
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Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 1:54 PM UTC
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