I listened to A Day To Remember, for the first time in ages today. The breakdown laced hardcore sounded slightly muted because of the poor state of my earphones but the lyrics left my pondering. I've had some really weird friendships with people since I moved to the UK, then again it wasn't all that different in Zimbabwe. A Day To Remember constantly reinforce the simple idea that 'My friends come first it's the bottom line'. I don't really have any evidence to suggest that any of the people I know live by that statement. It seems to be all take take take, opportunist heaven. If I don't contact someone, they don't contact me. Chances are most of the people I consider friends are no more than vague acquintances who feign interest in me every now and then. I'm not in a great mood, some jerk on xbox live ruined my Halo 3 session. Maybe watching The OC would have cheered me up, but I reckon it's a bit late to be putting it on now. I'm yawning and everything. The arrival of summer means many things, one of them (as I realised today) is a lot of BBQs. People satisfying their carnal desires, obvlivious of any pain and suffering that takes place between the farm and the fork. Trying times.
Pascal x
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