fluchtvordenusa @ 2006-05-05T01: 42:00
Have just seen a horny concert. I had been for 19 Clock on the lawn at the university, was grilled with Elena / Tessa / Marion / Jenny / many others, brought Aldi Veggiewürstchen, two Köstritzer, and with my guitar. It was a pleasant evening. First we went in at 23:15 Asta-living room (small venue). The first band was nothing special, and the second was called Like a Stuntman had a very interesting sound, and gave the room a fun, positive mood while singing. I really enjoyed the performance enough to buy a CD and the recording is also very good (ie, sounds like the group that I've just seen).
My room looks bad. In April, I have books, sheets, clothes, food ... well, just everything that is thrown to the ground. My father sent me
yesterday an email that began with the following: "Hey Dan, hear nothing for weeks more of you you gotta be in love.." He has probably hit the nail on the head.
I must absolutely clear away this mess.
Can anyone tell me if this is blood or ketchup on my shirt?
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