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2002-10-17 22:18:28 ET
My house felt warm and homely tonight. My roomate Beth made us dinner and we watched "The Jerk." There was supossively an elitist, shmoozer party going on tonight, but I don't think twice about that shit. I only go to parties where people are down to rock shit. Shmoozers, elitists, and yuppies never smoke enough weed and never play bumping music. They always try to play fucking some Swedish shit like The Hives or International Noise Conspiracy, or they play Radiohead, and that just ain't doin me like I need to be done. It's not bad music...it just don't turn me on. I don't think anyone is gonna feel me on this, and that's okay.
I'm scared to call this one girl. I don't know what to say. I don't normally have this problem...only with girls that really move shit for me. I want some real-time with this girl, but she lives in Venice and goes to an art school on a film major 5 days a week. I work on weekends, so I can't really do that whole thing, and the only times I might see her are at drum and bass clubs, where, by the time I see her, It's 2:00am and she's already 'bout to go and I'm 'bout to go, plus I'm really drunk most of the time, which isn't really part of the problem, but adds some sort of debilitating element to the equation. The times I have talked to her have been amazing in terms of content as well as the sort of heartfelt vibe that totally feels real to me. I don't know if anyone reads my shit, but if you do, please give me your two-cents. I am taking any donation. |
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