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Damn. This song Walk Away by Franz Ferdinand is undoubtedly one of my favorite songs. I can't get it out of my head. Wait, actually its not my favorite song; it's really not possible to claim a favorite because it'll soon be usurped by some other song if not simply out of fading interest. It's like how the eight crayon pack of Crayola's felt when they came out with the thirty two pack;it really can't compete. I mean, come on, there's four times as many crayons! Ah shit, now Stairway To Heaven is stuck in my head. You better know who that's by. You know, Led Zeppelin? Anyway, so my parents have yet to return from their "weekend getaway". I have to say that's a pretty short getaway. If an escaped convict that got recaptured only two days after, i'd be pretty embarrassed. And to add what-the-fuck to injury, both their phones are dead because both of them forget to bring phone chargers along. Luckily I smashed open my piggy bank, ( or rather the twenty dollar deposit box i'd lost the key to) and used a bit of the somewhat prestigious lawn mowing earnings to buy some food from the grocery store down the way.