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the worst thing my best friend has done for me (the male best friend from western, i have categories.) was what he did for my birthday. two days after january 16 (and 363 until the one that matters) he gave me a vinyl of "Ring of Fire: The Best of Johnny Cash".


Now I don't own a record player. My girlfriend is adamantly pro-vinyl. My hipster acquaintances play them ironically. I download music and smoke expensive cigarettes. I DON'T DO VINYL.

and so three weeks later this will be delivered to me via overwhelming urges to restrain the junk:

my baby: 

I feel like a whore.  But Nick bought me that record for three reasons:

-He likes to point out my "rural" upbringings

-I really fucking like Johnny Cash

-This quote: "I figured since you're Mr. Fucking 'Radio Indie Douche', you needed to finally play vinyl, and I wasn't going to spend more than 10 bucks on your ass. So this is your motivation to BUY A FUCKING RECORD PLAYER!"

he shouts a lot.

Favorite dialogue of last weekend: 

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to find the person with the lowest self esteem."

"Any luck?"

"Ah! There she is! Tube-top girl who's screaming."

"You're fucking awful."