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This is my friend Maria now, she's going to tell you about life:

Hello beautiful stranger, Miro, whatever, your screenname, whatever, you know...I'm thinking about writing a song called "All The Post-Rock Guys I Want But Can Never Have" because it seems that every guy who I have the slightest crush on seems to be into post-rock and they all never talk to me. I'm going to see Sigur Ros live soon, like my friend here, and I hope to get a lot of attention from the post-rock guys. We have seat tickets though, in the back, but the lead singer is gay anways so it's OK. I just hope some hot, lonely post-rocker heterosexual guy sits right next to me and that I get some interaction with him. Otherwise I just have to sneak into the hotness and rub shoulders with these post-rockers. Hopefully I can identify who is heterosexual and who is gay, because I love gays, but hey, I haven't turned out to be a male yet so I have to take what I get. Yeah, so I'm drinking whiskey, Johnnie Walker Black, whatever Julia's parentshave. Free alcohol! It's grand, really. I just dance to the Smiths and ignore that m can of beer is full because beer tastes like shit. Do you think that this is going to be a problem later on, I mean, is it possible to get post-rockers without liking beer? In the bars and stuff. Anyways, earlier today we just listened to Elliott Smith, because, he's the real love of my life. I grew up listening Elliott, and Julia says it makes a lot of sense. His songs are all bit depressing, you know, but I don't think so. I can connect with him, no matter how fangirlish that sounds. Oh, and, that's pretty much it. Want to come over and listen to some Belle&Sebastian? Oh, sorry, that's not really post-rock...but I only liked the guys who like it anyways.