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[taratemima]

Listened to Chromavoid's "Iron" in its entirity. *soft sigh* I don't know if anything was possible between anyone and I, least of all of her. Maybe I just blown out of porportion one night, or missed a chance to make it something else. I feel like I miss her, but not because I never knew her, but because I never could.

The next MP3 was something from the Decals, which certain Noise writers seem to love. "You (That's All We Ever Talk About)" is a great, snotty, three-chord power pop punk song. I was wiggling cheerfully in my seat.

I think I inadvertantly discovered exactly how fast to play something else to make a blue mood go away--right after.

It may take longer for black moods, though.