Rough As Guts

Yesterday I spent heaps of money because I'm going to be broke soon. This may sound like a foolish thing to do but there is a certain logic behind it; when I see that my funds are dwindling I realize that if I don't splash out and spend it on some good stuff soon it's just going to disolve anyway (although at a slower rate) and I won't have anything to show for that money. So I went into town and got some good post christmas sales deals on new adidas from Size? (the question mark is part of the name - it's like they're already asking you your size before you go in the door! How novel!!!) and also I got a shirt and jacket from Uniqlo and a lavender t-shirt, mint green undies, and day-glo purple socks from American Apparel.Then I went around to a friends who lives with her investment banker brother in a top floor studio apartment in Shoreditch where you can climb onto the roof and have an amazing view. It was quite impressive and had a collection of "trendy" decor stuff but none of it matched very well or was placed with much thought or love. That is boring. Lots more stuff happened as well but the most important thing was we went to see Dan Deacon and just stood in a queue for over an hour then got fed up and went back to drink at the apartment and share our favourite clips on youtube. Which seems to be how all parties end these days. Maybe it's just the ones I go to. I always show the same bullshit to people as well.

My favourite one at the moment is this; Lost Highway by Bon Jovi. I like that he's shameless enough to give it the same name as one of the greatest country songs ever, and that it closely resembles the songwriting of one David Brent. Just so we're clear I don't actually like it - I think it's horrible cliche bullshit.