| How Wonderful |
[Mar. 12th, 2006|04:47 am] |
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| |  chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Creedence Clearwater Revival (sweet normality!) | ] |
i have just had the strangest yet wonderful evening. Rawkus at the Waterfront - something i havn't been to because apparently i am under 18 (lol, foos) - is different to what i expected. i thought i wouldve wanted to go because i have spent a significant part of my teens flipping between alternative culture to indie / electro culture, and seeing as i have had an ample dose of the latter in norwich i figured it was time to top up the other.
the people were sooo lovely. i was given a rose by a very sweet girl called nikki and had some lovely conversations with some fun people. i was chatted up by a man at the bar who didnt know why he was there...some common ground...and kissed luis lots...always fun. faith also used the mosh pit as an excuse to elbow me in the stomach, how grown up. my response was to go and find luis, drag him in her direction and kiss him some. also grown up. oh dear.
at one point, however, i stood in the middle of the dancefloor, and realised two things: exactly who i am, and what ceases to amuse me now. i'm grown up, no longer part of that culture that took up my mid teens.
dont get me wrong, i am in no way believing myself 'above' this happy world. i have just moved on from it, and in a way, its very comforting to know. i am also 100% single again, which is good. away from the strange single-not single limbo of recent weeks. a fun experience in itself, but it didnt really do what i needed it to. sod beat me to the punch, not used to that. (ey'up dear ;-) , hehe ) i explained this situation to the man at the bar (whose name was mark i think), and he said why worry, we'll all get there someday! wherever 'there' is...and yes, booze, E and hash have been the predominant influencers of my mood this evening!
now for visual practice. and phoebe is painting me in the buff tomorrow. what a strange weekend. anyone else want a cup of tea? |
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| straddling |
[Mar. 1st, 2006|01:20 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | still drunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | still bob dylan | ] |
there is straddling...in...my..room. marc has now raped his mother. the one that isnt me. |
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| Birth in the Family |
[Mar. 1st, 2006|12:55 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  drunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bob Dylan but before that Dresden Dolls | ] |
My wifey Kelly and I have given birth to a bouncing baby Marc. We have absolutely no idea how he came about, and i dont really care to imagine it either. He will have to share his birthday with my LiveJournal Account, something that (along with opening a MySpace account) i thought would never happen. But we are concerned about our new son, as whenever we say the word "receptionist", he coughs. this unnatural reaction to such a word can only really be described as a rare allergy.
Prior to the birth of my son this evening, i have eaten pancakes and consumed wine with said wifey. our topics of conversation have been diverse. topics have ranged from biscuit lady at the borderline to the tragic breakup of busted... which i think may have been my fault as i stood on eyebrow man in HMV and swore at him. he obviously couldnt go on. |
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