well-- one week later and i'm pretty sure that this relationship is going to bring me my first real world of hurt once june 12 rolls around. although i'm not sure if i care right now because no one has ever understood me this much ( Read more... )

"liam loathes paul mccartney. he said he was gonna play golf with a fuckin 5 iron off the top of his head. he called him a lesbian! then next thing you know he's posing for a picture with his fuckin arm around him." noel ( Read more... )

let me tell you all an illustrated (yes, PICTURES mean less boring reading!) story of what happens when patty and i go out in sheffield. last night we began our evening at vodka revolution because we were feelin' the shots.

this is our shot stick, pre-consumption:

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oh i'm sickening myself with the amount of lame ass updates i've been making, but this is necessary while it's on my mind and while i can still justify it with numbers.
i never rant in this journal or write about anything other than my own life,
HOWEVER,
this will be a baseball rant, so ignore it if you don't care about baseball.

( big, fat, lj-cut )

yes, friends, i was witness to a 'wet bathing suit' contest last night. i guess they haven't heard of wet t-shirts ( Read more... )

when i leave england, i think i'll really miss the fact that most of the men here are very attractive and appreciate oasis. they also have cool hair and dress well and are pretty much easy on the eyes ( Read more... )

i got a chance to catch up with my dear friend katie earlier, which was a good thing. she provided me with some valuable career advice and a little food for thought-- she also convinced me that bar backing at johnny K's would probably not be the best choice.

dont hang the dj: by the spring i may be able to trick my parents into getting me a ( Read more... )

alex, my next door neighbor, comes and knocks on my door for the third time this week. 'we're gonna be watching a film in a bit if you wanna join ( Read more... )

let me write about the ideal youth hostel in barcelona before i forget. ah, but how could i forget? i arrive, haggared and exhausted on good friday, after our flight from london gatwick was delayed for two hours. i approach the front desk of this "ideal" hostel whose walls are made completely of cement with glitter smudged on them. i guess it did ( Read more... )

short update on my travels ( Read more... )