Phew, busy day.
It must be the weather, making people wanna become famous.
Oh? cool!
Yeah, that's right!
And my cousin wants to come to chemical brothers too so make sure there's a couple of extra in there. One for him, one for our other mate who's a scruffy raver who likes the pretty lights . . . and a couple to flog on trademe.
And I get a backstage press pass to BDO! That's not work though, apparently annoying "got laid last night" C4 girl is pulling some strings to pick up points with me.
*shrug*
I never go unless I get access, I dont wanna stand stinking in the sun with all you scum! I wanna be putting my game down on Brooke Fraser at the buffet.
I gotta plan my day! There are a lot of skimpy tops and short skirts to take in!
But apparently I’m not allowed to deck Gibbo, or take a camera so I can get someone to take a photo of me decking Gibbo.
My grandfather didn't fight in WWII so I would have to listen to "Fast times in Tahoe" or "Verona" or "11.57" while I was waiting in line at the bank.
Where’s the justice? I'm very passionate about this.
Now I just want a ticket to Interpol. Is there anything else I could be angling for?
A girlfriend who doesn't annoy me? Yeah right.
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