blujazzmunki

I've suddenly returned to listen to art-core after months of not listening to such things Candiria and Sikth have returned to my stereo, maybe in the celebration that it's Maggs birthday party, how I love that girl, and its fancy dress, alas my idea of going as Donnie Darko don't seem so bright now. Maybe I'll go as one of the powerpuff girls Then I wonder why you look at me from that very unusual obtuse angle

So yeah Tom Waits lies "You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops", what a load of hogwash, I mean she's so pretty and admittedly the coffee shop is part of a toffee shop but mah. Just realiesed this is starting to read like one of Laura(my ex)'s Live journals.

Pretenious bitch walked in, acting like, oh I'm so in fashion, check me out with my Louis Vutton handbag and Raymond Weil watch, oh and of course the obligatory un-natural powdery faux tan and faux beach blonde hair Then promptly talks down to me, haha, yeah I happen to know, oh maybe three times as much as you, at a guess. Then she's on her mobile saying that she is going to have to go to church to get married there, like woah you feeble, fickle woman go take this ring stick and pleasure yourself. Now!!!!!!!!!!!

So what should I go to fancy dress as, ah Jonny Depp....oppps no I aint that good looking, alas.

Jazz, jazzy shirt. I have a jazz drummer shirt, multi-coloured nicely composed madness. Smoooooooooveeeeeeeee. Very un-indie boy, but hey I can now listen to Miles Davis and John Surman in style.

Candiria are so jazzy it's quite frankly scary. Maybe I should have an art-core, nudity party. Or maybe an eighties dance party.

Also while I remember how should I have my hair cut???

I shall now stop rambling, el rambla love yous all