May 28, 2002 01:05
punks...they're...well, punks. he should call he should write he should come online and tell me he's on his way to pick me up and take me to the beach. dream on, keep dreaming. chris & i just discussed what type of people we're attracted to..i think it started when he asked me if i had a festish for jewish people because in response to him telling me that the rapture are jewish i said dark features = hot. crazy kid. but dark features ARE hot, hence the current longing for jet black. typing that reminds me of jack black, which reminds me of saturday. jesus the house was EMPTY...how crazy am i? even if i was freaking out of boy situations in the past few months earlier that evening...yeah, okay moving on.
i watched ghostworld again tonight, what a good movie...yeah, this is going back to saturday again...let me try once more NOT to veer in that direction. perhaps this is due to having the photo in circulation? being told "CUTE!" ugh. punks.
i really love the rapture, they are so fucking great and dancey! get yourself together, get yourself together, shake shake shake shake shake shake. ooooooh! diego called tonight we talked for a long time, he's such a funny kid. drugs in chile are SO cheap, i'm talking about $3 for 2 joints, $2 for a tab of acid, and $4 for a good high off coke...no wonder it's an ideal spot for musicians!
musicians...the strokes, i cannot believe they are playing jones fucking beach this saturday...i need to convince someone into hanging out with me in the bay during their set and just ridiculously high....mmmhmm. so long island it makes me want to puke. fuck man, that reminds me...when are they going to repeat last night's six feet under! i should check my local listings....ugh, i am so bored.
chris,
boys,
adam