||[Dec. 22nd, 2006|01:59 am]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
So, birthday party tomorrow, at eight, or at about half passed four for the people who want to see Pricilla.
Rant:Rant:Rant! It’s Christmas time and I’m always warmed buy the Pogues Fairytale of New York, Shane and Kristy look so cute when there pretending to be fighting. I also love the irony, to think that Kristy MacColl is dead, and that Shane MacGowan's is... well... alive. Mind blowing.
But argh! There they come, the Babyshambles, and they remind me that people are idiots and that they’ll like any crap music produced buy a drug addict bad boy in the bed off miss Moss. Sounds like spasms not music, and then120 days! Well finally they managed to find a band name that’s not been used by any bands before them, and I understand that I’m not even supposed to notice that the shrill noises coming from there synthesizers aren’t really that fantastic, I’m supposed to blinded by the good looks of the lead singer. His hair is glossy and hipster/emo-esque, but I need to tell the world that I don’t care if he does wear a dress on stage because he looks just like this retarded boy in the special class at my old school. Take that you big fat skinny posers.