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(no subject) [Apr. 26th, 2007|12:50 am]
Ich heisse Super Fantastisch
[Current Music |blackstrobe essential mix]

Ok, well what d'ya know, I log in following a 5 year Livejournal hiatus and discover that I have been "tagged". So now I must post an entry, 10 little known facts/habits/weird things about yoursel....you get where I'm going with this. Gotta play by the internet.
I'm doing 'recent facts' since I feel the spectrum was too wide and, well I haven't updated with any recent goings on anyway so...

1) I like using the self service checkouts at tesco so I can steal little items like chewing gum or hot chocolate. It allievates a fraction of guilt I suffer for frequently shopping there.

2) I look back at a lot of the things I used to wear, as recently as last year and wonder how I ever thought I looked alright. It makes me worry about the things I wear today. I made a conscious decision to avoid buying black because I'm fed up of a the little light-hearted japes about me being emo. They secretly turn my stomach.

3) Last month I visited three hospitals and a GP surgery with the same ailment as no one would diagnose me. Finally after spending almost 5hours in A&E and having had my blookd taken multiple times the doctor sent me hope claiming he couldn't see anything wrong with me. It was there but my ailment mysterously vanished after that.

4) One of my lecturures in uni has a south-Belfast accent, practically the only other Irish accent I hear in Bristol. I find it strangely very, very comforting almost to the point of undeniable attraction..

5) I won't touch the metal doorhandles in my parents' house. I'm ok everywhere else though

6) I like doing poppers in clubs, and in my own bedroom, by myself sometimes

7) I stalked some Bristolians on myspac before I moved over here....and now I'm pretty good pals with them, but I've never mentioned it

8) I am deeply in love with the most flakey person in the universe and it's really messing up my life.

9) I don't really eat meat in Bristol because I worry I won't cook it right and will die of food posoning

10) If I am not in Switzerland working this summer I will hopefully be designing lesbian magazines in london


tag 10 people............ahhh i've to go to bed, up in the morning for my ONE day of uni a week
it's been good ljay
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(no subject) [Nov. 3rd, 2006|12:34 am]
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[Current Mood |accomplishedaccomplished]

situation 100%. sometimes i wonder why things always fall into my grasp. yeah, life is alright
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(no subject) [Oct. 31st, 2006|12:35 am]
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[Current Mood |lovesick]
[Current Music |kelly clarkson - addicted]

what have i done
oh what have i done?
i love the way every song clarkson song seems to be directed at me. don't be a dick people, or all you'll have left is their myspace page to drool over.
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Interviews Statements Thoughts | Interviews State Thoughts [Oct. 25th, 2006|04:45 pm]
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I seemed to have developed quite a severe caase of paranoia after hearing about the three different people who got run over, or squashed flat by buses in Bristol. One whom met their gruesome fate right in the heart of the shopping district and about 50 metres from me at the time. I don't know if I'm more deathobssesed than the next person, but I can't help but think of it evertime a bus flies past or I'm crossing all those roads outside Marketgate. I'm really surprised none of us have gotten knocked down out there yet.

Course enjoyment levels are increasing, in part due to this photography project we've got going on. This graphic design degree really couldn't be any more different than my HND. HND was so technical, almost a science in design (rules, measurements, production methods etc) whereas the degree at UWE is all about the thought process. Nice to change I guess and I personally think last year's HND was far more demanding. Our tutor at the time stressed out so much she had a mental breakdown and is still in hospital (poor Deirdre). Can't help but feel a tiny bit responsible...

Very excited...going to see Erik Spiekermann next week...he's the guy that designed the Nokia typeface among many others...Volkswagon, FF Meta etc. Really can't wait. Being in a room full of people who's sole desire is to hear type talk. I've also got an interview lined up, sadly not with Spiekermann, but with a reknowned lead graphic designer and art editor in Bath. It's for our group project on the editorial design industry. Work experience pressure is starting to bulid. Starts next Feb and is for 8 or 12 weeks. I'd love to get into another newspaper or magazine maybe. The Guardian. I ended up giving a 10minute presentation on the redesign of the Guardian newspaper by accident last week.
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(no subject) [Sep. 22nd, 2006|04:45 pm]
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[Current Location |bristol yeo!]
[Current Mood |goodgood]
[Current Music |indie society mixtape]

I've now been here a week even though it seems more like three months. Everything is great aside from one thing, my course. Because I'm transfering from a HND I got direct entry to 2nd year, I was offered the chance to do one top up year in a specially designed assimilation course but I was in no rush out of university, after all I have been waiting for this for three years now. I thought there would be a few new 2nd years but as it is its just me and one other funny looking Japanese girl. Anyhow, the course co-ordinators "forgot" to send us out our summer projects, 3 assignments including buying and reading a book entitled 'The History of Philosophy' and doing several typo/print pieces on that and the other part was 'form a band. Make a two minute sound recording on the meaning of life. Produce in appropriate format, CD, MP3 etc' ------WTF?! I signed up for Graphic Design not fucking sound engineering. I know nothing of recording and where the fuck am I meant to find a band from before next week?!!! He said that he'd understand if we don't have it done by next week but fucking hell. I'm now 3 assignments behind the rest of my year and I haven't even started yet! Arghhhhh, I don't know how this course is going to work out. It doesn't look too promising anyway --stress---


OK besides the whole course problems everything else is going swimmingly. That day I qued for over 2hours just to be told my forms were missing was actually not a complete waste of time by any means. Intense boredom led to me getting talking to half the que and some of the people I met there I've been hanging out with ever since. Two of the girls live downstairs on the 5th floor and invited me round that evening for a pre-party before the art school welcome party. That led to me meeting more and more arty types (I'm the only arty one in my flat). There's a girl who looks like Karen O living in our buliding but I haven't got to talk to her yet.
The art school welcome party was ace, I have never come across an atmosphere like it and everyone just wanted to talk to everyone. I got on particularly well with a boy called Tree whos also doing g.d. Of course when boys and girls start getting on there's always that underlying issue or whatever especially if one starts buying the other drinks....got that issue cleared up pretty early on I'm glad to say. After the intial awkwardness, everything was much better. Tree is from Birmingham. I am the 1st Irish person he has ever met. He is the 1st Birmingham person I had ever met.

Uni the day after the party was torture but the walk from Marketgate to uni is wonderful, through the park along the river. I do really love Bristol.


On Wednesday evening I went with one of my flatmates to see a XXX hypnotist in one of the uni campuses. I was dubious about this, thought it would be some kind of vulgar sham, especially after hearing him speak and some of the inuendos he was spitting out. I have to say however, that it was one of the funniest things I have ever seen in my life.
He hypnotised about 15 people on stage and got them to believe things too hilarious to go into. I recommend this form of entertainment to everyone!


Yesterday was the incredibly hot day. For some reason the temps just sored into the 30s, I had library induction then spent the rest of the day in the pub with my new uni friends and later the indie night at the Manhattan. I met gay Joshua there, the little kid whom Niall broke his heart, bless.
Today was freshers fair. Din't get many freebees, a hat, some popcorn, 10million leaflets. It was mental, this uni is huuuuuuuuge. I signed up to the indie society (haha). We go around being indie obv. Got a free mistape with my membership, but damn, I don't even really listen to indie anymore. Our 1st meeting of indieness is on Wednesday but I might skip it cos thats also the date of the 1st LGBT get together and everyone does know by now how much I like my Clarkson hehe.

And on a final note - that boy Matthew, he is going to plague me for the rest of my time in Bristol. Already I have bumped into him four out of the seven days I've been here. I mean he's alright and all but couldn't he please stop being everywhere I go?!!!!!!!
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(no subject) [Sep. 18th, 2006|05:46 pm]
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[Current Location |bristol innit]
[Current Mood |happyhappy]
[Current Music |Vitalic - OK Cowboy]

BristolBristolBristolBristol
So far I fucking love it here. Had to bring macbook to the 'laptop clinc' to get connected, now everything seems sort.ted. Great.
Friday was one of the worst days of travel I have ever experienced. Mostly through my own doing unfortunately, overdid it abit on the Thursday and then had to be at the airport for 8.30am for a disgustingly hungover trek of a journey. Mother was carrying the laptop for me, helping me out with my millions of bags but when it set the alarm off in the x-ray and security took a swab to it I thought I couldn't cope any longer. I was convinced that I'd spilt drugs all over it and mum was gonna witness her little daughter been sent off not to university but to jail. Needless to say the laptop was clean but I had developed a chronic case of the shakes that stayed with me for the rest of the day and culmulated in me having to stop the Bristol airport bus so I could boke. It was grim.

Arrived at the accomodation and although its right beside a big buliding site there are lots of positives as well, like its right in the centre of town and its right beside bus tops and my room has the most amazing view, you'd think that you're in the countryside. I also have an angular room, which I like, and a nice bathroom. My flat is actually really cool.
So far I have three other housemates, all 21 and over who are also very cool. They met me at my absolute worst trailing in the door yesterday afternoon after walking back from the drunkest night of my life (R) on Saturday. We all then went out for drinks, or in my case water because I was been harshly punished for Saturday's shenangians. Although if you went through what I went through on Saturday you too would have been in dire need of all those drinks!

Mum left me Saturday afternoon after buying me everything I need to keep me going for a week or two and taking me out to dinner a couple of times because she probably thought it'll be the last dinners I eat until Christmas and when she left I called Fiona (my one and only friend in Bristol at that time) to get directions to her house. She gave them to me no problem, get off at the Sainsbury's on Whiteladies Rd...I marked it down on my 'A to Z' and set off for the bus. One of the Unite people downstairs pointed out where I had to go to catch the bus but I am almost certain they lied, there must have been one closer by. I had to walk like three miles round the buliding site but I got there evenutally. There was a friendly looking girl sitting at the stop already so I asked her what bus I needed to get "oh the 54" said she "I'm going to Sainsbury's too". Great I thought and sat behind her so I could just follow her off the bus. I started to suspect something wasn't quite right when I was still sitting on that bus 40minutes later. Clifton was supposedly only 30 minutes aways, and that was in heavy traffic. I was travelling early evening. The bus was swinging in and out of surburbia and then the countryside. I decided to have faith, she was probably just doing a circuit, we would be back on Whiteladies soon, besides my Sainsbury's 'friend' was sitting there right in front of me. She looked unpaniced.
50minutes in,the mental map of how to get to Fiona's house had by now been totally scrambled in my brain, we where miles off the 'A toZ' but the girl was getting up in a rundown council estate area. EH? I could see no Sainsbury's here, besides this was hardly the classiest part of Bristol in which Fiona had her house. I was so confused. I asked the bus driver which direction was Sainsbury's and his mouth fell open "we passed Sainsbury's hours ago" eeek! "When will you be going back there?" I asked slightly fearing for my life if I was to get off at this scary area of dodge. He told me that if I stayed on the bus I would be waiting at least another hour before I was back there but he'd see if he could get me transfered onto a more direct bus.
Eventually we reached our destination, a huge out-of-town retail park not unlike Sprucefield or Junction one. The lovely bus driver must of took pity on me "it's my first day in Bristol, I don't know anything" and asked another busdriver to let me on for free and let me know when we reached Sainsbury's. By the time I got to Sainsbury's I had been riding buses for the good part of 90minutes when it really should have only been 15!

Straight to the off licence, stiff drink was most certainly needed. The terror wasn't over yet however. Fiona's street was long and pitch black. Characters of dodge passed me, I wanted my daddy or at least a friend. It was geniunely terrifying. But I surrived. I reached Fiona's! Alive! Drinks were poured, happy coincidences were unveiled such as apparently my mother is responsible for Fiona's twin housemates after introducing their parents and we used to play together as tiddliewinks and they know my cousin and they went on BEI in the year I went on BEI. So yes, goodtimes in Bristol. We all went out with a couple more of their friends to a grrl music night in the Hachett, a bit what F*Rock assipers to be I'd say. I met Matthew, the club promoter I had met on my last visit, I can just tell he's gonna be one of those faces that is absolutely everywhere I go. Aghhhhhhhh. The music was good and the rounds started rolling in and without me knowing it I was more wrote than I'd ever been in my life and started hitting on the chaletlike dj really really badly. Crinnnnnge. I almost let it slip that I'd been stalking her on Myspace, hehe. Having said that she did get all excited when I started yelling "Kelly Clarkson" at her !! :D
The night ended abruptly, I did get two Elastica and a Clarkson so I was happy enough. Back to Fiona's. Commence me lying on their bathroom floor pretending everything was OK when really I wanted to die I felt so sick. Stumbled into living room and passed out in full clothes and makeup. The next morning was a site to behold, even my arms and legs felt sick. At least I wasn't the only one:-)

Decided to try and get my bearings by walking home from Fi's. It worked even though it took the guts of an hour. It was a lovely walk. As I said, I love Bristol.

I had just about recovered by this morning, which was a relief because I ended up standing in that enrollment que for no less than two hours. And then I was told they had lost my fucking forms and that I had to come back on Thursday! Made some friends though, who I'll be joinging for the art school welcome drinks tonight:)

Gotta take it easy tonight, start my couse at 9.30 tomorrow. I'll the wee orienation carry-on. Have to look presentatable, approachable, have to look fucking good. So yes, Bristol, its fun.
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ripped from the tennessee wesleyan myspace messageboard [Aug. 25th, 2006|03:01 am]
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I may now be going to electric picnic, but it has nothing on freshers week at the wesleyan....





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I'm Kris Bible a sophmore for G-burg. Gettin ready to turn 20. Just wanted to know whats up in Athens.....is there anything better than just the Wal-Mart????




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Hey Kris! Jared has also posted a comment--he's a soccer player also! We make up our own crazy activities for fun--and Walmart is sometimes included those activities!

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well, we are fun....people here are crazy awesome! Fun can be found EVERYWHERE...you can find it inside your heart! Nah I am playing...being a little crazy, but really it is fun to just find crazy things to do with your friends!
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(no subject) [Jul. 24th, 2006|02:20 am]
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[Current Mood |pensivepensive]
[Current Music |miss kittin]

Livejournal, the medium of 2004. Why on this Sunday night have I choosen to revisit such a blast from the past? Other websites can only hold interest for so long, tonight I feel like writing, and writing, and writing.

This is my second night sleeping in my own bed in about a week and already I'm feeling lonely and craving social interaction. I get mild comfort from refreshing my lastfm profile (of all things) and seeing that niall hewitt is listening to the same kind of dirty electro as myself halfway across the city.

I have no job, I have no summer plans other than visiting Clare in London and having as much lalted up fun as possible this summer without dying before I move away to Bristol. Yes, this has been and continues to be the summer of excess. It's terrible I know to be out every night spending my university reserves, but like last summer I have already met a good number of really cool partypeople. Johnny Farry, I've known him since school but have only really started to hang out since he moved back from Bristol and he's bloody great. I never fail to have a fucking riot when Johnny's about. Louise is amazing. I really like Louise, she's always up for a good time. I only wish I met her twelve months ago! This weekend we decided to get out of Belfast, we were going to go to a rave up on Rathlin Island, but the organisers decided to take underpublicising the event to the extreme and no one could even tell us whether it was even on or not. So, on a whim we caught the bus to Dublin, stayed with Louise's sister (who is, incidently, the coolest sister on the planet) and went out and partied all night long. Angie, Niall and myself gave up the ghost at 5.30am and Louise, her sister and her wonderful Serbian friend Tijana finally went home at around 7.30. Needless to say I am completely knackered, but I shall carryon listening to electro house and writing in here because I am still lonely.

We ended up in this huge club called Pug or Pogo or something where one room was bangin techno, one room was 80s and the other room was something else altogether. From what I recall, it was enjoyable enough. A poppers fiend named Alberto kept reappearing throughout the night, thrusting his jar around us before completely disappearing again. Oh yeah, everyone in Dublin is foreign!! Tijana ended up with "the first goodlooking guy" she had seen to date on her visit to Ireland and he was German!!! Says alot for us doesn't it?!!
Through some tenious link we ended up going back to this party full of young lawyers. We stood out like a sore thumb, all these young professionals in their late twenties dressed up to the nines in their party dresses and then there's us, the sweaty club kids, all fucking neon colours, ripped fishnets and hacked up t-shirts. We almost got thrown out when we started a dancefloor:
'party' hostess & friend: "Excuse me, but do you know anyone who owns this house?"
us: "ummm, no...."
them: "so why are you here? who invited you?"

It got resolved in the end. We were allowed to stay, but Angie and I were sobering up and never felt quite comfortable. You could just feel the hostile vibes. Louise on the other hand (far from sober) was loving it. God it all seems so surreal now while I'm thinking back, we where there less than 24 hours ago!
It was a beautiful walk back to Noleen's though, daybreak, blue skies. We slept till the afternoon then got up, walked around Dublin, bumped into Tijana's German (what are the chances eh?!!), had a picnic at Trinity and then got the bus back home. Johnny should get back fromBristol soon. I look forward to our next electro laltcore maximus night on the town. This week we have Oppenheimer on Wednesday, The Japanese Popstars on Thursday and Hot Chip, The Rapture and Kasibian on Friday (if I manage to get a ticket). Next week we're in to August, London, Brighton and so much in Belfast that it's never before seemed to good to live in this city.
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(no subject) [May. 4th, 2006|12:56 am]
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[Current Mood |amusedamused]
[Current Music |KRAFTWERK]






Get one of your own! by Drunken Hero


LJ stalking horror - a report by loveisrevenge.



rudedoodle is stalking loveisrevenge
rudedoodle’s REAL name : Guest Clayton
rudedoodle’s REAL DOB : 11th November 1977
Height :160 cm Weight : 87.0 kg
rudedoodle has dreamt about you : 19 times
rudedoodle became interested in you : 12th June 2003
rudedoodle’s latest dream about you
rudedoodle dreamt that both of you died in each others arms in a rather bizarre rollercoaster accident.
This is how rudedoodle describes your relationship behind your back
‘We were destined to be together and you’ll soon be tying the knot.’
rudedoodle’s been stealing stuff from your house too.
rudedoodle has a vast collection of loveisrevenge’s mothers cuttlery lying around their bedroom. For some reason only known to God
They’ve even started modifying their body for you
rudedoodle recently spent a months salary, tattooing your head onto the inside of both of their thighs.
They sent the following message to you in a Valentines
I wanna be your dog baby. Woof fucking woof, I’m coming to get you in my sheepskin jacket.


The Police
No. calls to the police : 12 times
Your Last Call to The Police
"My names loveisrevenge, I’m ringing to report a stalker. Who is it? I don’t know their real name. I met them off an online community called Livejournal. Their username is rudedoodle. They’ve been sending me used condoms through the post. Could you please do something about this quickly? My mother opened the last letter. She nearly died of shock. Thanks"
rudedoodle’s Police File
15 years of continual drug abuse has taken it’s toll on rudedoodle’s psyche. Unstable and a potential threat to society.


Testimonies about rudedoodle
pinkabigail - Worn out Musician
‘I used to love rudedoodle. This news has broke my heart. I feel like beating the shit out of that bastard, seriously. What a dick.’
pixiemeat103 - Drunken Posse
‘Fucking hell! This is hilarious for all the wrong reasons. loveisrevenge should really be in hospital receiving X-rays to the head.’
theeadversary - Sister Stabatha
‘rudedoodle is pointlessness personified. I just wish they’d kill themselves or something.’


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(no subject) [Feb. 26th, 2006|11:51 am]
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at the club last night....


(minus eyebrowy there)
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(no subject) [Feb. 23rd, 2006|09:01 pm]
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[Current Mood |stressedstressed]

second most stressful day of my life
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right kids, this is on wednesday... [Dec. 11th, 2005|05:06 pm]
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[Current Music |The Pipettes]





I believe it's a bit of a Derryfest this month, saying as that's where the bands hail from. Loadsa little tunes at the end and all, strict in keeping with the F*ROCK philosophy of course. Me and Angie 'Rescue the Astronauts' McCriskan on decks, a nice wee right all round
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(no subject) [Nov. 30th, 2005|07:45 pm]
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[Current Mood |blahblah]
[Current Music |The Rakes - Work Work Work (pub, club, sleep)]

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(no subject) [Nov. 23rd, 2005|10:50 pm]
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[Current Mood |moodyunproductive]
[Current Music |Tegan & Sara - Walking with the Ghost]

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(no subject) [Nov. 22nd, 2005|10:34 pm]
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[Current Mood |boredbored]

Nuala and I took a little photographic jaunt around town today in the name of our new assignment. Found this raher cool unmarked piece of equipment down by Custom House Square (or one of those new quarters that sprung up in my absence)
It makes a whirlpool:)



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for those that rené and i friendshare [Nov. 15th, 2005|06:48 pm]
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[Current Mood |calmcalm]
[Current Music |Tegan & Sara]

...sorry






but do come along. QK are quite class, like
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(no subject) [Nov. 5th, 2005|04:45 pm]
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[Current Mood |contentcontent]
[Current Music |AIH]

Suddenly I have found myself thrust from the realms of jobless art student to that of a multi-jobbed...art student.
As well as working in that little quaint gothic "boutique" in town, as of today I have joined T'other Niall behind the bar at the Lyric Theatre. Now that is a lovely job if ever I had one. Patrons come in and order drinks about 15 minutes before the show begins, then nothing until the interval. That is, about 90 minutes of washing cups and reading newspapers. Then it's all rushed again for 5/10 minutes at the interval before quiet again. Got away an hour early today and getting paid £5.31 for it!

Last night I had the pleasure of seeing the Victorian English Gentlemen's Club in Laverys. Oh, I am always going to be baised wheere there's a girl involved, but I did enjoy them. Definetly. If I had a club night, I decided last night, the music policy would be somewhere directly between that of Jonny Tiernan's 'Gigantic' and Barry&Teresse's 'Belfast Dance Party' probably with a little bit of 'F*ROCK' thrown in. I wish I had a clubnight, for it would truely be the ultimate.

Going to see Architecture in Helsinki and the mighty Oppenheimer this evening - guestlist! How we all love the Oppenheimer, good old Oppenheimer, but AIH I haven't fully decided on. They are a bit...unique, like. Not to everyone's taste. We shall see.
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(no subject) [Oct. 31st, 2005|12:31 am]
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[Current Mood |naughtydevious!]
[Current Music |clap your hands say yeah - gimme some salt]

Went to that drive in movie thing with René tonight. It was enjoyable but reminded me too much of Tennessee, which I am beginning to miss a wee bit. Definetely want to get back to see everyone asap. Being a long-term thinker, I am busy trying to plan out next summer in my head. Orginally I was all for flying out to California and getting a wee shit job in Seaworld or a pub or somewhere, but I can't go back to America and not go to Tennessee. Think I need a road trip right now...Tiffany, fancy picking me up from Ireland?

In other news, today I got to hang out with a hawt drummer from London with great highlights, shit jeans and an EMI record deal on the way...how cool am I?!!!


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(no subject) [Oct. 19th, 2005|10:19 pm]
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I'm dj'in Friday.
do come! :)
xxx
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(no subject) [Oct. 10th, 2005|10:35 pm]
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[Current Mood |goodgood]
[Current Music |soulwax - e talking]

ATL are having some sort of Livejournal/Myspace bonanza type deal on next monday's show.
I recognized a wee vox stating the disconcern at being myspazzed on the trailer.
I was myspazzed by a barman on Sat.
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