he changed his look for you...
...but you changed your life for him.
mud is the new plush. i went to a festival on monday and my shoes and my trousers (they used to be striped in black and grey) were sprinkled with mud. brown sludgy mud. bah. i spent the whole next morning with scrubbing and brushing but nothing worked on my them. now i fear that i have to put them into the washing machine...my trousers will certainly disband because the fabric is so thin already. wear them too much. there are just a few things that are worse than loving a pair of trousers too much and wearing them too often so the fabric becomes too thin...so many too's.
it was like a huge loveparade in good. we were took off extraordinary, especially when mediengruppe telekommander got on stage. they were playing germany's finest indie-dance-punk. faster and louder than !!! and almost better than lcd soundsystem. just sugarplum fairy pissed me off with their quite arrogant attitude.
now guess what happened there. better, who i met there accidentally. after about an hour me and two friends of mine arrived i suddenly saw the green mohawk of an quite ugly looking but nice punk from our partner school. so i was like: 'hmm...if he's already here...who would he certainly bring with him?' so i stupidly looked around his group of friends, trying to meet the face i knew. right besides him there layed the body of someone wearing cut-off black jeans and leather boondockers. fotgetting my secure environment i creeped around them and trying to hide at time behind other drunk punks and emos to not be seen by them. as i made fially made it has taken me about five minutes though they were only standing ten metres besides us. i politely greeted them...stalked up to the umbrella they had chucked to keep them safe from the rain (it rained all day and night long...that's why i was so pissed off by my muddy shoes and stuff) and took a look. what do you think who was lying there and sleeping and having an immense flush? --massage girl--
oh my god. i was stunned. not by her....just because of the fact that we met each other although there were about 1000-2000 people around us.oh my god again. to awake her i gently stroked her cheek (uuh what was i thinking?!) and she opened her eyes. she didn't recognised me in the first moment so i was like: 'urm...know who i am?'
in the next half hour her friends (including the huge punk) were trying to get her somehow to the next bus station.
so...we met again today at school and she somehow tried to explain me why she was that drunk that night.
ps: GOING TO SEE THE GOSSIP GIG IN JULY IN COLOGNE!!! thanks jessi for coming with me. fuck your holidays.
pps: one last thing: for i'm also going to paris in one or two weeks i'd like to know if there'll be any good gigs? help me? thanks :)
mud is the new plush. i went to a festival on monday and my shoes and my trousers (they used to be striped in black and grey) were sprinkled with mud. brown sludgy mud. bah. i spent the whole next morning with scrubbing and brushing but nothing worked on my them. now i fear that i have to put them into the washing machine...my trousers will certainly disband because the fabric is so thin already. wear them too much. there are just a few things that are worse than loving a pair of trousers too much and wearing them too often so the fabric becomes too thin...so many too's.
it was like a huge loveparade in good. we were took off extraordinary, especially when mediengruppe telekommander got on stage. they were playing germany's finest indie-dance-punk. faster and louder than !!! and almost better than lcd soundsystem. just sugarplum fairy pissed me off with their quite arrogant attitude.
now guess what happened there. better, who i met there accidentally. after about an hour me and two friends of mine arrived i suddenly saw the green mohawk of an quite ugly looking but nice punk from our partner school. so i was like: 'hmm...if he's already here...who would he certainly bring with him?' so i stupidly looked around his group of friends, trying to meet the face i knew. right besides him there layed the body of someone wearing cut-off black jeans and leather boondockers. fotgetting my secure environment i creeped around them and trying to hide at time behind other drunk punks and emos to not be seen by them. as i made fially made it has taken me about five minutes though they were only standing ten metres besides us. i politely greeted them...stalked up to the umbrella they had chucked to keep them safe from the rain (it rained all day and night long...that's why i was so pissed off by my muddy shoes and stuff) and took a look. what do you think who was lying there and sleeping and having an immense flush? --massage girl--
oh my god. i was stunned. not by her....just because of the fact that we met each other although there were about 1000-2000 people around us.oh my god again. to awake her i gently stroked her cheek (uuh what was i thinking?!) and she opened her eyes. she didn't recognised me in the first moment so i was like: 'urm...know who i am?'
in the next half hour her friends (including the huge punk) were trying to get her somehow to the next bus station.
so...we met again today at school and she somehow tried to explain me why she was that drunk that night.
ps: GOING TO SEE THE GOSSIP GIG IN JULY IN COLOGNE!!! thanks jessi for coming with me. fuck your holidays.
pps: one last thing: for i'm also going to paris in one or two weeks i'd like to know if there'll be any good gigs? help me? thanks :)