friday june 7th
bands
last night we went to see bands, just down the road. ben came by with gemma and of course the weird boy from detriot was on the door. the first band on wore fucking stetsons and rocked. the singer of the blue minkies, who rule, spoke to me and gave me some stickers and i thought about my black heartbreaker and wondered how i'll ever get it to england, just so i can play it. i miss having a guitar around me. i miss how cool and distorted and angry it sounds. i need angry sounds right now, i need something created by me right now, and it's somewhere in jersey.
the bands last night were so cool; and i even sold a zine to a smiley boy. he was cool. i am already working on americas dreaming #six, which will have my interview with ben kweller in full. it'll be available soon from andrea. (if yr in the uk and would like a copy, e:mail me). it's the most fun, working on a zine. all my anger and love goes into it, and when people dig it, it's just about the best.
today england beat argentina one nil and the entire town is going crazy, cept i'm just not feeling it this time. is it uncool to not care? i guess that i'm in one of my death princess moods. sometimes i want to wallow alone in a bath of burts bees apricot oil and listen to the fucking breeders and read my new second-hand books, but right now i have to look up jobs on-line. there are no jobs i want to take. i want to go home and talk with josh about the future.
i want to go see s'more bands tonight, but maybe i'll just have some more sleepy death princess hours. this morning me and josh sifted through second hand records and i found a coupla more books.
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