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what is it worth to me? [Sep. 2nd, 2006|12:39 pm]
soda pop rip off


[mood |draineddrained]
[music |whomadewho- space for rent]

I don't like organised music-appreciation, it makes me feel tired and bored and even a bit sad. I don't like it when people buy gig tickets for a band they don't really want to see, just because it's at a certain club night or venue. Of course i'm only saying this because 4/5 of the last bands i've really wanted to see have been sold out to stupid scenester cunts. But that definatly is exactly the point i'm making. fuck the stupid ticket touts, they are all wankers. Whilst i'm at it i would like to note my disappreciation for existances who have a lot of money and buy clothes from topshop vintage. Why? Because i want the money, it would obviously be much better spent on a life which consists solely of drunken philosophical debates, water polo and cocktails. either two or three of those little habits are made up.

I know exactly what point i'm trying to make here, but i fear i am not making it at all very well. mainly i would say it's made worse because i am hungover and tired. I am slowly becoming obsessed with xiu xiu,
they are taking over my brain and suffocating my pineal gland and now i have no soul, or at least thats what Aristotle would say. Not that i have been watching Bill and Ted's excellent adventure.

I am becoming hypnotised, and so is my dog,