saturday, january 6th
come here baby, let me kiss you like a boy does
and grudgingly, i update my diary.
sophie has done what steve malkmus warned her of in harness yr hopes and caught herself a bad, bad cold. and the freaks have stormed the white house....
toosday, i went to london to see meriel, and we walked along the thames (the sleater-kinney way) and looked at art at the tate modern. a naked man dancing, and a pile of bricks on the floor, and a bonnard which we sighed over. i think we're a little too old skool for the tate modern. i crashed at her house after staying up too late listening to biz markie (if you have a pechant for good, good music, download 'what goes around comes around') and laughing with meriel, bella and elanor. woke up to mos def, all hail.
the next morning, i walked through the cold streets of london and caught the tube to go and meet j. seeing him again was bizarre, there's no other word for it. it was as if he was a stranger, that i knew really well, like someone from a past life. fuckin weird. the weird feelings went away after some time, but still. i have a truely huge amount of respect for j right now, because he is being wicked about the whole situation, and is still funny as fuck to be with. praise be.
still, boys confuse me.
last night we went out into reading, although i was feeling like fuck, and we had a pretty good time. but we always do. me and stuart talked,talked in the graveyard as he drank red wine and i blew my nose a whole lot. he'd made me a tape which i just can't wait to hear, including 'ooh, stick you' by daphne and celeste the new jersey 'teens' who hate brian molko. bosh! i saw ben, who had also made me a tape which he called 'does music remind you yr alive?' and i was floored. that boy is cool. i met his whole band at the purple turtle, and they were all charming, and i also met a punk from upstate new york who hates new jersey.
of course i told him how great i thought noo joisey is, but he wasn't having any of it. he said the traffic made him want to kill himself, and he's only been once anyhow, to catch some punk bands play. we headed on to the after dark where i found rats boy, lucy, stuart and muppet (yeah, i'd lost them) at the bar. i also saw burgess and phil gwynne! i love these boys! we talked bands, we talked stuff. it was gracious and wonderbar. burgess also invited me to jam with him and dean kidd some time next week. my time here is running out.
lucy spaced out as she'd drunk too much, so we left early, had a picnic at tescos and tried to stop her and rats boy rowing so much. they are good for each other, they are perfect together. quote of the evening: (said in a calm voice throughout) this sandwich is actually bloody nice. i'm angry. said by lucy, of course. so, i just woke up from disturbing dreams, and i am off to read some chitra banerjee divakaruni, as she takes me back to manali with her words. we are going to the cinema later, hurrah! and with that, sophie is out. (and i have something in common with richard blackwood now, what?)
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