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Saturday: can you spell drunk, pages flying up in the air, the SM, you can't walk on the grass, lasagna with a momentary sponaneously formed family, opening doors, being cold all night even with my leather coat on, Pieter Post at six am, Paris Hilton on MTV, Hot Babes & Younger Guys, the name of the band I keep forgetting - Nouvelle Vague - and holding L.'s hands, not really getting to talk much to anyone but cantseenewyork Lieke M., and also waiting for the train with her at midnight, weird hugs, breakfast on the table in front of the tv, Kitty and Niels disappearing (Miriam's comments throughout the night), Lieke1 and Lieke2 (Lieke M.) - musicale Lieke & literaire Lieke (and noting for myself that GBG Lieke needs a name thing too), the tambourine, fumbling with my bag, Axl Rose posters and squashed mangos, multicoloured caps and pronunciation, Ryan Adams and Abert Hammond Jr. and The Strokes. And feeling oddly out of place all the time.
this mtv generation