Hoorah, I am being paid more than I thought this Friday, meaning there is a slim hope of me being able to afford the many concerts, albums, haircuts, magazines and clothing that I have to purchase.
I have more possible gigs to add to my list:
Are all rumoured to be touring Australia. All we need now is Cute Is What We Aimed For and The Academy Is… and then I will be happy.
Poor, but happy.
Oh, and Jack’s Mannequin natch.
I hate my neighbours. They keep me awake with therapy sessions in the backyard until 11:30, which I could hear every word of. Then they wake me up absurdly early with screeching children. And so, in revenge, I put My Chemical Romance’s Black Parade on as loud as possible. Not only were they forced to listen to killer lyrics like “Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo” and “The doctors and the nurses they adore me so But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful fuck” [just the thing they want their little kids exposed to] but also my absolutely atrocious wailing along to Cancer, which I do at the top of my lungs. I sing to all the songs, but I am particularly loud and awful with Cancer.
But hey, I don’t complain about their noisiness late at night or their screaming brats, so they can deal with a little My Chem thankyou.
Check this out:
Ah, must go, Tux is being petulant and chewing on things he isn’t supposed to, such as the USB cord for the camera and my diary.