tonight was radiohead at the hollywood bowl. went with daniela and what a lovely time we had. we sat behind the senior class. you know…senior-iiiiidis. those slacker kids that think their soooo cool when they blow smoke in your face…in fact, this class was so cool they were blowing smoke into each other’s mouth. it just looked like 1 big party of bad breath.
then after the show, which rocked by the way with mad dope digital stage/visuals, i met this boy. his name was peter. peter had a harsh lisp but overall was cute. i think he is the typical white boy that looks for that yoko ono in his life…needless to say it didnt work out with peter: he didnt have a firm handshake.
sorry, no firm handshake means no back bone which means…you cant handle me.
oh well…peter was too wasted to even mourn our break up.
