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03:52 AM
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"They Don't Make Them Like You Anymore"
You know what really irks me? Boz Boorer not updating his journal very often. And that goes the same with Johnny Marr's website. I need information, anything, so I can start outrageous rumors in my head as to what may be going on in their lives and Morrissey's as well. Lord knows nothing is going on in mine. It's so easy to start things, the real trick is to finish. Well, that's what she said, which doesn't make me feel too good.
I would like to return to San Francisco one day, but only with buckets full of money because I know I'll need it to live in the bay area. It'll probably never happen so I won't discuss futher. I'd also like to live in England for a while. Obviously, I'd be interested in Manchester, but London seems more logical. I don't know, I'd have to check it out.
I was going to go see the New York Dolls, but it didn't happen. I thought about going to see the Sweet and Tender Hooligans, but it didn't happen. I'm in the mood to see the Avengers, or Xray Specs. I miss the eighties, even though I was only 8!
I'm that much closer to death. Death cannot escape us, it's the only sure thing. And I'm relying on it. I've never been married, is that normal? I've never had any kids (that I'm aware of), is that normal?
I used to think the Bush Adminitration sucked, but I've changed my opinion. They're hilarious. That little Bush kid is hilarious, and his Vice, Dick, is it? He's a real winner. Anyways, I got so mad at Bush's People recently, and then I just started laughing how fucking stupid he is, and how tempermental, arrogant, and narcissistic he is. He reminds me of myself, which is hilarious. Anyway, its better that way. To laugh, rather than hate.
Speaking of hate, I simply just hate everything. It's not good. People make me sick.
Song: "Death" Klaus Nomi
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This is why I try to spend more time talking to virtual people as opposed to real ones. They're far more likeable.
People tell me this isn't a positive and truthful way to live life. I like to quietly hate them.
So, shall you bring the petrol bombs or shall I?