November 2008
7 posts
PULP magazine birthday.
ok. thieves like us were ok.
actually, i loved it. hoax and his set. This Heart Attack! it was the very first time when i heard Faker in public. in Poland. so thank you for that. gnite, everyone.
“He said I’m the oxygen he breathed in.”
– Lydia Lunch
ms2
modern art museum opening. so called modern art is rubbish, apart from interactive elements… great, fucking amazing gig by Lydia Lunch.
free beer all night long.
and fuck, lots of things said.
beforehead, i know who the-alright-people are at my uni. i know, i have awesome friends here. and i’m totally happy with myself.
you should have seen me walking today. smiling. singing....
fractured heart.
i miss you.
more than anything ever can miss anything.
it’s good to have at least one normal person around…
5 coffees a day.
why doesnt a day have 48 hours?
or 30?
why the day ends at all?
im running out of time.
let the rja do the honour. this is how i feel.
silencio, old man!
watched Juno last night. Again. made me cry… Again.
listenin to th red jumpsuit apparatus and rilo kiley. depressed. I’m losing it! And no ones able to help me… all my friends just arent enough.
if youre all i want.
if youre all i need.
all this is a result of silence. tell me something?