love=bullshit

dear diary.

last night luca and i went to see a show at the el mocambo, and it was really good. we saw detective kolida, fuck, and my favorite, the minders. their retro indie psych pop or whatever it is classified as is truly excellent. soon this band called chicks on speed is coming to town and they are from berlin and luca says they sound like ladytron so we are going to go see them. I'm excited. since i moved into the apartment kendra and i have been watching assloads of romantic comedies, one or two every day i think. the more of them i see the more i think that love is bullshit. none of these people are really happy, they need someone else to make them happy. they are weak pathetic people. every single one of these movies has at least one wedding in it with a bride in a white dress and veil walking down the aisle and sometimes there's an interruption but if they do get married and all the other loose ends are tied up (like the dorky friends also find love) you know once the movies over they will settle into a boring routine of married life and then they'll get old and die if they dont end up hating eachother and getting divorced. i mean if they were real people. but they're not, they're actors, and they take their money and go home where they may or may not be alone and sad and weak and looking for love, bullshit. now i'm listening to my minder's CD and kendra is making some mashed potatoes and we're going to watch waynes world II. maybe tomorrow i'll put up a picture of my new bedroom. its kinda neat.