Jan 17, 2006 00:03
homeslice
what a weird evening
all was tired and bored
then got swinging and lively
then got bored and melancholic
with melanie.
trying to hold down a conversation with a pretty boy
no. fucking couldnt
then the boy who looked like joe so much
that it could have been him,
talk of the devil
who springs up later.
ask for a job
denied, from earlier that day.
making eyes and drinking significantly
only to turn out sober.
all that money on nothing in the end
the website was good, well, ok
and I will be presented to 6000 people
in the albert hall at the end of march.
now that,
my dear friends,
is the strangest day
(least of all because i have the
knowledge that i will be meeting
the bastard wank stain tomorrow
to 'sort shit out')
and i dont feel good now.
shit.