i've been seeing a lot of this young man downtown. i believe he pulls a where's waldo in my pictures from dance party last thursday. he has a certain david gray je ne sais pas about him. remember? please forgive me if i act a little strange .... i'm a sucker for please forgive me.additionally, it's not a je ne sais pas if i already called him a david gray. sowwy!
steel tigers of death were borderline punk. if i closed my eyes and put denim and leather on their bodies then they sounded acceptable nu punk. whatever that means. but as soon as i looked at them with my own eyeballs it all went down the tube.
sam and jessica went to burt's cause it was tooooooooo loud and not their style. we sat there very uncomfortably right next to the speakers.
these facial expressions are probably the best indications of what's going on in our own individual noodles.
back in town! back in town! back in town!
um. who took this picture? simon's brain? our tits look fab though.
we danced to michael jackson for about twenty seconds then the lights came on. boo hoo.
and ash got me a couple of the most inappropriately sexual sci fi novels from the 50's. i'll be reading them alone sooooooon.
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