even the best laid plans...

...are doomed to dismal failure whenever somebody calls me. in this particular case Farmen SMS'd me after I had finished reading Bizarre Magazine over my coffee&cream at Elm St.; he and Kari had been to the movies and felt like bothering me a wee bit, he wrote. so I waited for them at Møllers, where Zathyra, Arcticon, the Marquis, and Mortis soon joined up as well. ran into Heidi the cellist again there, too.

it goes without saying I stayed there instead of going home. at least my epitaph probably won't have to contain the word "naysayer."

and just when I thought I had come to grips with my money spending I went and botched it up again. oh well. at least the Marquis and I seem to have regained a significant portion of our friendship. that's good. it's so frickin' useless to let a girl come between us when she'll only be around for one more week or so.

reminds me I never got around to write that letter to Lorien. she'll be arriving tomorrow. I'm sorry. should have done it last night. or tonight. got a postcard from Goldie in Paris today too. I had no idea she even knew my address... or did I send her my card with details per mobile? funny, the last time I saw her was the last time I saw Heidi, immediately before I went to Roskilde. Heidi remembered it.

eventually Farmen and I bought a shawarma each and went to my place to watch Futurama.

but this is it. I feel a cold coming on. sheesh. crawling into my bed for sleeping sounds like a really good idea right now.

"Rehab is for quitters" --T-shirt slogan

hooray for noogies

went out and picked up the album King Fear earlier today - it is kind of bland musically in some ways, but it's also melding coupla genres I like in a way I haven't really heard before, not having gone on serious forays into the death rock arena. and good lyrics. love that referential material.

To put things bluntly, Babylon Whores approximate what would happen if Glenn Danzig and John Christ unwittingly met up with the Sisters of Mercy, circa '85, and the latter got the former functionally drunk; seriously, none more accurate than the band's "Death Rock Hellsinki" slogan.

--Nathan T. Birk, Ink 19

been a few things to fix at work today. heh. possibly going here tomorrow too.

I plan on assuming a responsible stance at tonight's reunion. which means drinking slowly. not that I've ever been quick, but I'm just not feeling like it. should be lots fun there anyhow, what with all of Lorien's friends assembling to meet & greet her.

meant to write more, but Kjinge just phoned me and said he was waiting outside.

"Say you love Satan - yeah right" --Babylon Whores