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[Jul. 21st, 2005|08:50 am] |
Pete? If you're reading this, will you call me ASAP? I've tried ringing you a few times but your cell doesn't seem to be working. I'll explain why. |
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[Jul. 20th, 2005|12:01 am] |
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Now I hear an awful howling coming from outside. Calling the police seems a bit much though. Here's hoping it'll leave me alone tomorrow. |
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[Jul. 19th, 2005|08:24 pm] |
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Okay. I'm getting quite afraid. Today morning I opened the door to find a box on my doorstep. The box contained two dead rats. Written on it in scrawly, unfamiliar handwriting was "your belly belongs to me whether you like it or not". I assumed I was the victim of a harmless prank, and thinking nothing of it, went out for lunch. I felt like someone was following me the whole time, but when I turned around, there was no one. When it began to get dark, I noticed a tall, unusually thin figure with longish hair standing by the lamp-post below my window. It appeared to be looking up at me, so I pulled down the shade. I think I'm being stalked. |
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[Jul. 16th, 2005|11:18 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | while my guitar gently weeps | ] |
I don't want to talk about it; right now I'm concentrating on other, less painful things. |
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[Jul. 12th, 2005|07:18 pm] |
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I've never been more confused. |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2005|08:10 pm] |
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| | ma belle, sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble | ] |
Not much to say, but I've been asked why I haven't updated. Harmony and I are calling each other at unearthly hours going, "Hiya, I've an idea for a new song!". We'll never get the album together at this rate; we're not sure what to include and why.
I did tell him I'd be busy the whole of yesterday afternoon and night, with someone special - someone I definitely prioritise above putting out a record. I can't wait to see you again, so expect a call from me. You know who you are. |
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[Jun. 27th, 2005|07:29 pm] |
Don't know why I'd never felt this way before, actually. After all, we've known each other for a long time now. But last night, everything seemed different. Almost magical, I'd say. It couldn't have been the alcohol.
I realised how badly I'd been wanting to make you happy, to put that smile back on your face. Not the intense on-stage expression, nor the pained, haggard look you wore for months, but a real smile. And I hope I managed to, in the end.
I'd be lying to both of us if I said last night wasn't one of the best in my life. Every second was beautiful. Thanks to all who showed up, especially you. |
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[Jun. 26th, 2005|12:13 am] |
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There'll be a Yeti gig tomorrow at my flat, 8 pm sharp. All who know of the existence of this journal are welcome, naturally. We'll try our best not to disappoint! I'm a little paranoid about posting my address online after the last incident, so give me a ring if you're not sure. |
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[Jun. 10th, 2005|03:27 pm] |
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Hello all. Don't be alarmed if I've friended you, this is John (if you haven't already guessed). It would be nice if you added me back. |
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