i'm sulking. you better believe it. bloody americans. don't realise how lucky they are. no! bloody ang mohs. latest pictures from the bowery ballroom gig are plastered all over the strokes fansites. and...well...some of em took really nice shots. one took hers wif a nikon cool pix. a bloody nikon cool pix leh! aren't people over there suppose to be poyoh or something?
to my beloved auntie faiz: no thanks at all to you! you, who's over there, could have gotten me pictures of their performance at the tabernacle. saddening and maddening all of this. aaargh! i feel like i can eat my hair whilst thinking about all those campy aussies who'll be able to grab julian's bum come january 2004. two of my girlfriends are set to leave for australia in dec and they have no clue that the strokes are coming. wait a minute. they don't even know of the band's existence. the irony of it all. frustrating, frustrating. if i get myself upset enough, i'm sure i can cook up a migraine.
and once again i think nick is gay. though he wears his pants beautifully.