My daily life used to be simple. A game of cricket in the morning followed by a single malt highland scotch. By noon I would retire to my study and partake in a reading of one of many leather-bound classics I kept nestled in the bosom of a cherry-oak shelving unit built by my great grandfather before the war ended. Nightfall usually ended up with rack of lamb followed by orgies with the hillside neighbors and a good sit on my porch in an antique rocking chair I bought from a vagabond 4 winters past.But now everything is different. MySpace has made everything much more complicated. Gone are the days of purity and ease. Now is the time of profiles and browsing for user by zip code. It seems so strange that my world is so different and yet, I embrace this change. This may or may not describe exactly who I am but I suppose if you made it all the way to the end of this little autobiography without wanting to strangle me then we should talk sometime in the near future. Culver City son what.
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