Oct 11, 2003 03:13
Graham was one of the first people I saw when I went to London, in the midst of my mother crying about how she was going to miss me. I could get into how I thought he was cooler and I was jealous and also wanted to know him, blah blah. Aren't we all tired of hearing that fucking story? Yeah, we are. He just said he didn't know what to update about though so I'm writing one for him.
He's simultaneously one of the most aggravating and exceptional people I know. He's always touching his face. He does it when he's nervous, when he's bored, for no reason at all. Some of us have got other nervous habits, ones that are a bit better hidden, but his are obvious and glaring. The face touching's a big one. He bows his head and touches his face like an embarrassed kid.
My sheets used to smell like him. I think we should go swimming. I remember once when he was drunk he showered in his underpants. He told me my mother had a sexy voice and disgusted me. He called a much larger guy a cunt and almost got us killed. He's fallen down the stairs about 20 times, and that's just that I've seen. He's got such crap luck sometimes if a boulder were freefalling in a random location it'd land on his head. He writes much more interesting entries than I do. His daughter thinks she's called Charlotte. He's released solo albums I've never listened to, but one day I will, when he listens to Fat Les.
This has been Graham's journal entry. Hot diggity.
- aleks jaymz