A Revolution is The Solution
I've wanted to do a proper update for a while now but just haven't had the concentration. I can't stop raving about Garbage. Their shows fuckin rocked. I would so be Shirley Manson's bitch. She likes being a bit of a cunt herself. She totally bagged these four people for sitting down at the first show in front of a sold out audience. It was hilarious. So she should, all these people were dying to get to the front but security wouldn't let us cause our tickets were for the back section. They sound so awesome live - I loved what they did with Queer & Stupid Girl. I called Jacqui for Cherry Lips and waited for them to play Milk for Eva, but no luck. The 2nd show was even better cause I got to be in the pit with only three people in front of me. I saw Shirley in all her glory. A hot tight shirt and short-short butttight jeans with 'boys call me a slut but I just tell them to shut up' scribbled on the front of them. I saw some of the same people from the first show and Shirley smiled at me during Cherry Lips. I was jumping around like crazy to get her attention though. They didn't play the same set which was cool. The same cuteass gay boy was behind me at both shows and at the Peel later that weekend wearing the same Garbage shirt as me. Small world.
And everyone who is remotely gay seems to have gone to Sydney last weekend for Sleazeball or some shit and I'm so jealous - I so would have gone if I knew. It's hip, its happening, its queer, its fuckin Sleazeball!!! Greg from Adelaide went and hooked up with two hotties which makes me happy. Grant went as well but I'm so over him. Apparently I've been calling him at strange times at night but I'm so blind I don't even remember. This memory loss shit is scaring me.
I had dinner with Elena the other weekend. It's so great to be able to afford food that isn't take-away. She mentioned something interesting that I've been mulling over about my need to be with someone as some sort of escapism. I think she may be right and that needs to change. I'm working so much this week, around 55 hours and although it's gonna be seriously draining it's gonna be a great distraction - and the money won't hurt either. I got my hair permanently straightened a couple of weeks ago and I fuckin love it. I sleep, I shower, I sweat, yet it still remains straight, no more fuckin curls. AHHHH... and that means no more bad hair days. Another great yet short-noticed distraction is that my cousin Mina from Cairo is coming down on Friday to study for two years. It'll be great having someone else around the house. He's like an older brother to me.
I don't feel guilty, No matter what they're telling me, I won't feel dirty and buy into their misery, I won't be shamed cause I believe that love is free, It fuels the heart and sex is not my enemy, A revolution is the solution, True love is like gold, There's not enough to go around, But then there's God and doesn't God love everyone? Give me a choice, Give me a chance to turn the key and find my voice, Sex is not the enemy.
And everyone who is remotely gay seems to have gone to Sydney last weekend for Sleazeball or some shit and I'm so jealous - I so would have gone if I knew. It's hip, its happening, its queer, its fuckin Sleazeball!!! Greg from Adelaide went and hooked up with two hotties which makes me happy. Grant went as well but I'm so over him. Apparently I've been calling him at strange times at night but I'm so blind I don't even remember. This memory loss shit is scaring me.
I had dinner with Elena the other weekend. It's so great to be able to afford food that isn't take-away. She mentioned something interesting that I've been mulling over about my need to be with someone as some sort of escapism. I think she may be right and that needs to change. I'm working so much this week, around 55 hours and although it's gonna be seriously draining it's gonna be a great distraction - and the money won't hurt either. I got my hair permanently straightened a couple of weeks ago and I fuckin love it. I sleep, I shower, I sweat, yet it still remains straight, no more fuckin curls. AHHHH... and that means no more bad hair days. Another great yet short-noticed distraction is that my cousin Mina from Cairo is coming down on Friday to study for two years. It'll be great having someone else around the house. He's like an older brother to me.
I don't feel guilty, No matter what they're telling me, I won't feel dirty and buy into their misery, I won't be shamed cause I believe that love is free, It fuels the heart and sex is not my enemy, A revolution is the solution, True love is like gold, There's not enough to go around, But then there's God and doesn't God love everyone? Give me a choice, Give me a chance to turn the key and find my voice, Sex is not the enemy.