"if you tolerate this your children WILL DIE! by the maniAc street preachers
oh hai.
talking about me me me me me and myself. but HEY this is a livejournal, kind of a diary...man, thats the point.
seems like i'm just living for the weekend (hard-fi quote!), though i totally dont have any clue what to do or where to go but one thing is CERTAIN: i'll go and party my brains (what brains?!) out. mwahahaha.
first i thought of maybe looking whats this famous radioeinsschöneparty-thingie is like but since the tickets are kinda expensive (10!) i somehow changed my mind.
i "somehow changed my mind" anyway. why going out?! spend lots of money on drinks? having a shit nite with ugly blokes?! why!!!!? there's nowhere i wanted to go, not even when drunk. i'd hate it anyway and if i know this beforehand why should i do it? i could use the money for plenty of other things. if only bad lieutenant played here. or the manics or just someone i dont hate.
morrisseylicious then? hm. afraid of the after-party-depression. ok, couldnt get worse than it is today but....nyah. its just that hanging 'round home does me no good either. nothing does at the moment and i wonder....what to do. nyah.
apart from that i think i'll be ill in a few days, feels a bit like it: headache, halsschmerzen, volle nase and all that. nase voll, anyway.
selfpity is so fun.
there's nothing to do. but. how about a daytrip to....-insert city- for example!? and then? erm. dunno?! parteh? erm. ...no.
nyah nyah nyah.
"there's only one solution."
"suicide?"
"okay, two."
thats somehow awfully funny. ^^
woah, enough! i'll go and get me some mulled wine. can.t stand my moping anymore.
lighten up, emotussi:
nick-e why-r!
xxxluluululxxx
talking about me me me me me and myself. but HEY this is a livejournal, kind of a diary...man, thats the point.
seems like i'm just living for the weekend (hard-fi quote!), though i totally dont have any clue what to do or where to go but one thing is CERTAIN: i'll go and party my brains (what brains?!) out. mwahahaha.
first i thought of maybe looking whats this famous radioeinsschöneparty-thingie is like but since the tickets are kinda expensive (10!) i somehow changed my mind.
i "somehow changed my mind" anyway. why going out?! spend lots of money on drinks? having a shit nite with ugly blokes?! why!!!!? there's nowhere i wanted to go, not even when drunk. i'd hate it anyway and if i know this beforehand why should i do it? i could use the money for plenty of other things. if only bad lieutenant played here. or the manics or just someone i dont hate.
morrisseylicious then? hm. afraid of the after-party-depression. ok, couldnt get worse than it is today but....nyah. its just that hanging 'round home does me no good either. nothing does at the moment and i wonder....what to do. nyah.
apart from that i think i'll be ill in a few days, feels a bit like it: headache, halsschmerzen, volle nase and all that. nase voll, anyway.
selfpity is so fun.
there's nothing to do. but. how about a daytrip to....-insert city- for example!? and then? erm. dunno?! parteh? erm. ...no.
nyah nyah nyah.
"there's only one solution."
"suicide?"
"okay, two."
thats somehow awfully funny. ^^
woah, enough! i'll go and get me some mulled wine. can.t stand my moping anymore.
lighten up, emotussi:
nick-e why-r!
xxxluluululxxx
