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2001-08-06 || 3:45 p.m. Divers/Cité In other news, we slept through her bus home, so we'll try again to-night. Actually, I have *no* problem with missing her bus because I don't want to let her go. It was yet another whirlwind week-end, replete with breakfast at the market, partying, and a dissapointing Gay Pride parade (though the other 750,000 people there didn't seem to mind). I dunno, I remember it being louder, faster, and with fewer gaps the last four times I saw it. At one point, this skany old man in a battered tweed coat came up to where we were standing, and openly scoped Sister and the Soprano, getting off on seeing two woment holding one another, I suppose... even though the streets were *full* of that kinda thiung. He stuck around just long enough for us all to get really uncomfortable, then he spied another couple of girls across the street, and cut through the parade to do the same over there, then again a bit further down the street. Weird bloke... I mean, they make an *adorable* couple, but really, now. |
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shite One silly-arsed question - 05.30.2005 short, slightly tispy post-gig notes - 05.27.2005 a rare night alone. - 05.24.2005 Bits and bobs about stuff and shite. - 05.21.2005 Political crap - 05.18.2005
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