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THINGS:
i have no dollars
i have a new flat which i am moving into with my wonderful husband, complete with huge living room, nice bathroom, nice kitchen, bedroom, and studio; full of drums, guitars, digital 3-track with built in drum machine, 4-track, computer blitzed up to the eyeballs of programmes like cubase, fruityloops, reason etc, PIANO, sampler, melodicas, accordians, keyboards, violin, lots of strange noise making things: all very exciting.
i am blissfully happy. i am finally comfortable and happy in a home. i am finally in a position where i can make music by myself and with other people without fear of embarrasing myself (or without adequate equipment)
i am living with a pub on one side and a park on the other.
THAAAAAAAT'S MY LIFE (props to mr. hamburger)
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Tuesday, April 12th, 2005
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fog doesn't make you dance! you're thinking of tia maria... and cola
"dead dog in a basket, hahaha, dead dog in a basket please, with fat chips. i'm joking, LONDON"
...a string of plastic garlic for yer wife, you work for me now
(Y) YES (Y)
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Saturday, April 2nd, 2005
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| Subject: | NEWS FELCH |
| Time: | 4:36 pm. |
| Mood: | warm. | | Music: | the adamantium clause - don't you feel fucking told. |
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hey pop kids, we have a spare chalet place for atp if anyone's interested or knows anyone who's interested. you'd be sharing with me, luke and rich, all fine upstanding members of society. only £125!
come for the likes of jsbx, lydia lunch, olivia tremor control, zombies, buck 65 and a whole load more. so comment or email me ottermelody@hotmail.com
i guarantee fun
in other news: i am about to depart to visit my parents with 'the husband', we're going to get drunk on pitchers of cocktails and either a) fall over b) puke c) FALL OVER AND PUKE.
work is ok i suppose and my house is as rubbish as ever, but none of that matters as i have the coolest kid in town by my side who i love more than anyone/thing in the world, even more than OTTERS, we've started a band called lutra lutra and it is proper dead good... we walk around parks on come downs eating sweets, drinking pineapple juice and holding hands, we plan murderous rampages and make comics about robot cats, every second spent with him is never a second wasted even if we're passed out in a big drunken/drug induced/tired MESS. he makes me feel the happiest i have ever felt IN LIFE. LIFE.
FACT X IMPORTANCE = NEWS
IN 1975 NO ONE DIED
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Tuesday, March 15th, 2005
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YOU CAN'T HUG YOUR CHILDREN WITH NUCLEAR ARMS
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Thursday, March 10th, 2005
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Wednesday, March 9th, 2005
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today a bike knocked me down on the street, it was funny, but it fucking hurts. i have cuts and big massive bruises, schyeah.
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atp:
good bands = slint, king kong, faun fables (i bought "the family album" and it's severely disappointing though), white magic, miighty flashlight, and brightblack (their record, however, is excellent)
mark kozelek pulled out which was rubbish, made even more rubbish by being replaced by fucking sons and daughters. shit off.
need new body were shit.
múm was excellent for the short time i was in the press bit due to a lovely man who interned at saddle-creek giving us his press pass, but i was ushered out after three songs and was surrounded by a lot of people talking and not being able to sit down, stare and just listen made it shit. disappointing. i don't know what the hell they were doing headlining.
dancing till 5am with rich on sunday night made me "well glad" and cheered me up after losing my wallet, (when i rang the bank to cancel my debit card the woman asked me lots of specific questions about where i lost it and then went "aaaaaaaahhhh were you at atp? ayyy! i've been there a few times, how were slint?" etc etc which was FUNNY.)
lots of stupid funny things, ginger men I CAN SEE YOUR MOUTH BUT I CAN'T SEE YOUR MONEY, pumping money into roulette and millionaire, locals afraid of notes, everyone in camber sands works in pontins, hearing leesey's lovely voice pumping out of speakers at the record fair etc etc
met a boy off the internet, i think we scared him... LOTS. (Y)!
missed luke a lot, but i am silly, i returned home and he whisked me off to his place, where he had stuck pictures of otters on "my side" of the bed, and given me my own wee "bedside table" with a tupperware box full of seeds, comics, books about otters, and porn on it. THEN: all three formats of the new björk single and lots of fall seven inches were skillfully strewn across the bed! that boy knows what i love, SEEDS PORN OTTERS BJÖRK AND THE FALL. and him of course. SCHYEAH.
may upload photos later
my this entry was substantial...
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Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005
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| Time: | 4:03 pm. |
| Mood: | GLEE (Y). | | Music: | MUSIC IS TOP. |
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guess who's going to atp this weekend?
his name is.... ME
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Monday, February 21st, 2005
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| Subject: | blub |
| Time: | 1:52 pm. |
| Mood: |  envious!. | | Music: | jamc - just like honey. |
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am trying super hard not to read my friendslist, so many people are going to see slint, it makes me die a little bit inside that i am not.
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Monday, February 14th, 2005
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| Time: | 7:27 pm. |
| Mood: |  drunk/glad/warm. | | Music: | the halo benders - canned oxygen. |
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I AM A MODERN DAY POET, I SOUND LIKE I LOVE THE MANICS.
if i translate everything i feel into utter meaningless drivel that sounds pretty will you think i'm cooler?
indeed!
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Wednesday, February 9th, 2005
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| Time: | 2:35 pm. |
| Mood: |  it's a bee!. | | Music: | sage francis - sea lion. |
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even more difficult than listening to songs by people you think are cunts, is listening to songs by people who think you are a cunt*, sigh!
have been doing nothing for the past two weeks apart from going "hmm, wh? ah? aw!" particulary in the company of one certain boy, who makes me glad, apart from when he puts crisps on my back, i hate that, it's my least favourite thing.
* this doesn't imply that sage francis thinks i'm a cunt, it was just a thought due to listening to songs on walkman based equipment earlier by a person/people who don't like me, but not now, sage francis thinks i'm "ok"
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Monday, January 10th, 2005
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| Time: | 11:01 am. |
| Mood: |  SHITE. | | Music: | mawgans. |
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hello, i'm a fucking cunt.
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Tuesday, December 21st, 2004
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a cat has half adopted our house, and i've half adopted a cat, i've called it kit, it's tiny and black and so sweet (Y)
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Wednesday, December 15th, 2004
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can someone, anyone, please come visit me this weekend otherwise i might just die...
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Tuesday, November 23rd, 2004
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i just spent ages typing a load of bollocks about my feelings but then realised that nobody gives a fucking shit anyway
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Tuesday, November 9th, 2004
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many types of tea
i spent twenty pounds on nine
i have lots of choice!
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Tuesday, October 19th, 2004
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Thursday, October 7th, 2004
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cheltenham's not so bad. have been missing all you fuckers and apologise for not staying in touch and that but everything's been a bit frantic.
i came back to burton for the day, missed my hounds and the smell of meat and beer.
should be getting the internet next week.
speak to you all soon, x
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