5:06 p.m. - Friday, May. 07, 2004
Peaches
Peaches put on the hottest, most fuckrock rock show in the history of fucking rockshow rock. The woman is beyond rock and roll, I don`t even know how one person can be so god damned tough. She climbed onto the balcony from the stage. She crowd surfed. She spit fake blood. She screamed and ripped out on her electric guitar down on her knees. Are you feeling this? It was amazing, and I danced and jumped and freaked out on 3 inch heels, and two of my toes are probably permanently paralyzed now, but I don`t even care, that`s how down I was at that show. Fuck her stuff is heavy. I`m so moving to Berlin.
OK, so update on my bangs. They`re basically, meh. They`re not as Hitleresque as I had initially feared, that is true. My cousin says she likes my hair better with them, and even Jules, who is a hardline bang hater, said he`s getting used to them and that they`re cute. I guess they`re alright, because my hair is very dark, almost black, and when I fuss with the shit, and blow dry, and spray, and even hot roller a little in a couple of places, they`re rather fly. They definitely have a 1920`s/1950`s sensibility. But all in all, I find them not so sexy, and If I just wash my hair and go, I can`t help but feel they make me look a bit mongloidy. But they`re more stylish than no bangs, so in the end I`m happy to trade style for raw sex appeal, I`m not interested in being a stella anyway. I just think I cut them ever so slightly too far back at the sides. But its not really that much, and sometimes that works in their favour anyway, because I get a little new wave out of them too. Thank-you for asking 4 eyes, you sweet little piece you, I appreciate any opportunity to discuss them, as they`re on my mind alot lately, and a moratorium has been placed on the topic in my household by Jules and my cousin. I guess I was a little pre-occupied?
K I`m going to go eat Sushi and go to the gym now, and then I`m going to go see dawn of the dead. Later.
