millenps

Hello. My new life in London is going well. Work is pretty cool too. It makes a difference working in an office with women instead of working in a dirty kitchen with even dirtier men. Plus I dont look like a vampire anymore, when I look in the mirror these days I actually have a reflection. Although being a vampire would be cool.
Why is nobody decent touring. I feel the next good show is Taste of Chaos in Novemeber. I want to see somebody now. Me and some of my flatmates went to go get tickets on the door of the Misfits earlier in the week but they were sold out and I was gutted as fuck. The Misfits are awesome and its a fucking show. Id like to find Michael Graves and kick him in his lilly ass, i dont know why, maybe because the show was sold out or maybe because hes no Danzig (not that I particularly like him anyway) but mostly because it would be funny.
Anyway, the fuckers are still doing construction on my flat. Alexis still dont have no room so I feel bad for him, but what pisses me off is that I had this huge French American Psycho poster , i mean fucking big, covered a wall (almost). I guess it must have fell down or something because the builders took it and chucked it. I couldn't believe it when I got home from work, I wanted to cry, it was so rad, all white with a red slash through the middle where Batemans eyes were peering through. Now its gone and I checked the price of a new one on the internet and it is like 60.
Anyway, not much else to say/complain about right now, sorry for the rant.
See y'all!